Qiao Zizhan spoke instinctively from the perspective of the situation, but his words drew a look of approval from Empress Qiao and a cold, murderous look from the Emperor.
"Li Qingmu, do you have anything else to say about this matter?"
Qi Yun's voice was cold, cold to the bone, his gaze sharp like a knife. As emperor, he was exalted, and all the people bowed to him. Yet now, was there someone deliberately plotting against him?
Moreover, it was a young man he greatly admired?
Being plotted against was not a big deal, but to be manipulated and deceived by someone he trusted was truly unbearable!
Qi Yun forced himself to remain calm, refraining from rage, but his gaze was already filled with murderous intent when he spoke!
Li Qingmu looked up at the emperor, who was on the verge of an emotional outburst, and said, "I did not!"
