Zhao Ziyang's expression gradually became serious.
"Miss Su Yan, I would not dare disturb you unless it was absolutely necessary."
"Hmm?"
"His Highness is about to ascend the throne. If word of this matter spreads, it will surely tarnish His Highness' reputation, and might lead to him being labeled as a tyrant."
"You mean..."
"I would like to ask Miss Su Yan to advise him and hopefully persuade His Highness to revoke his order."
Su Yan blinked her eyes and fell silent for a while.
Then the next second, she seemed a bit wilted.
She whispered,
"I haven't seen him for several days."
Still persuade?
He is already angry with her.
A sharp light flashed in Zhao Ziyang's eyes,
"Did Miss Su Yan have a quarrel with His Highness?"
"I don't even know what happened."
Looking at Su Yan's wilted demeanor.
He then thought about his recent visits to His Highness, noticing His Highness' complexion getting worse day by day.
