Adding Insult to Injury

Zhao Xuanjing held a jade cup in his hand. It was green. His slender fingers brushed over the cup faintly. 

There was no expression on his face as he slowly asked, "Which Young Master Yuan?"

"Your Highness, he's the first grandson of Zhangtai Palace Grand Secretariat's first son. His father's position, on the other hand, isn't exactly high," Zhou Weizong said immediately.

"Oh, that Young Master Yuan who called me a cripple years back…" Zhao Xuanjing chuckled with coldness in his voice.

Zhou Weizong was stunned.

Had Young Master Yuan said that? How come he had no idea about that?

Imperial Bodyguard Zhou was currently in a blur. However, since he had grown up with the Crown Prince, he immediately knew what he meant. He did not like that Young Master Yuan!

"Should I get his parents to teach him a lesson?" asked Zhou Weizong.