"Emperor, you are putting me in a very difficult position!" Historian Wang kneeled on the ground, yet his back remained ramrod straight.
Bai Xilie sat before him, clearly fuming from his previous words, his chest heaving violently, eyes brewing a storm of rage.
Jing Jia sat beside him with a veil covering her face, gently calming him down.
When Bai Zhi'er and Feng Fuce entered, Jing Jia gave a signal.
She hoped Bai Zhi'er would help persuade Bai Xilie not to lose his temper.
However, Bai Zhi'er and Feng Fuce were already accustomed to this, planning to listen for a while before speaking up.
Perhaps seeing his daughter enter, Bai Xilie's tone softened somewhat.
"How am I putting you in a difficult position? You are the historian, the pen is in your hand, why are you asking Me?!"
Historian Wang said, "Precisely so, I don't know whether or not to record today's events."
