Not My Type At All!

After the old emperor rested, Wei Huai'en quietly left the bedroom.

At this moment, Wei Liao had been waiting outside for a long time.

When he saw his adoptive father come out, he immediately went forward to greet him and called out with a smile.

"Father."

Wei Huai'en led him for a while until there was no one around before asking.

"Why did you speak up for Xiao Juan just now?"

Wei Liao explained, "Since I've already offended the Sixth Prince, I can't give him a chance to fight back. Instead of saying that I'm helping Xiao Juan, it's more like I'm protecting myself."

Wei Huai'en narrowed his eyes and studied the tall young man in front of him.

"You clearly had a chance not to offend the Sixth Prince. Why did you have to bump into his knife?"