Oh good, less glaring. Less glaring in his direction was always a good thing. Even if the ice demon was so very handsome when he glared. It still wasn't good for his stress levels.

He nodded quickly at the order, swallowing. Was he allowed to get up? He wasn't really sure. "If it helps, this servant didn't try to this time?" Shang Qinghua defended lightly. "I would have told my king if I'd intended to join the experiment!"

He tried to sit up slowly. You know, before he was dumped out of Mobei's lap. Because while the burns had healed, they were still a little tender. Like a sun burn. And wouldn't feel good hitting the floor.