"Did you smoke?"

Thinking of how he was almost arrested Zi Han couldn't help but keep his mouth shut. Just as he sulkily passed by his father his arm was suddenly caught at the elbow and he was pulled back.

"Did you smoke?" asked Yeoh Jun.

Zi Han, "..."

How could he have forgotten how his father felt about his mother smoking? It was obvious this would also spill over to him.

"I uh... Uncle Yi gave it to me and I couldn't refuse," he said directly throwing the pot over the Marshal's head before running out.

Yi Zhen, "..."

Well, this alliance was very short lived. The brat threw him right under the bus at the first chance he got.

"Your majesty... I," he said only for Yeoh Jun to raise his hand slightly stopping him from talking.

"You don't have to be formal. I am speaking to you in the capacity of a colleague," he said and Yi Zhen couldn't help but nod his head.