When Lin Yi and Princess Consort Jing were the only two people left in Suqing Palace, the air instantly solidified.
Princess Consort Jing sat there nervously clutching the corner of her clothes, unable to know where to begin.
In contrast, Lin Yi was much more composed. He gestured for Princess Consort Jing to sit properly and spoke leisurely.
"There's no need to worry about what happened that night; I can solve everything, as long as you're willing to trust me. Your Majesty often praises you for being sensible."
Despite Lin Yi's assurance, Princess Consort Jing was still not at ease and asked hesitantly.
"Master Lin, but clearly His Majesty has never—"
She couldn't bring herself to say the rest of her worries, fearing that one day, if Your Majesty remembers, it would be all too late.
Lin Yi smiled confidently, leaned in close to Princess Consort Jing's ear, and whispered something.
