Not on me?
Li Yan's mind raced.
Chen Wenxian's words likely meant the target was the Crown Prince.
But if Ba Donghai challenged him with someone backing it, who could that be?
"Chen Changshi's words are perplexing."
Li Yan's expression remained unchanged, and he calmly said, "The Crown Prince is already the legitimate successor. Even if some harbor rebellious thoughts and act against the state, what does the Grandmaster Battle have to do with the Temple?"
Chen Wenxian's face seemed to be overflowing with bitterness upon hearing this.
He glanced around the tea pavilion, leaned forward, and spoke in a voice only those at the table could hear, "Young hero, it is not a question of 'dare or not,' but... His Highness simply cannot intimidate those eager to stir trouble."
"The Crown Prince is ill!"
