Wang Yongzhu knew that Du Zhongjing was genuinely worried about her; otherwise, he wouldn't have waited for her at the palace gate.
She was touched and showed a very appealing smile: "Well, Senior Brother, let me explain—"
Du Zhongjing snorted coldly, "Go ahead, let this senior brother hear your excuses—"
Wang Yongzhu...
Why can't I get past this hurdle?
She briefly mentioned the key points, and Du Zhongjing, having rolled around in the palace for many years, could easily tell that all this was most likely orchestrated by His Majesty himself?
Suddenly, the pent-up frustration dissipated, leaving only worry.
"What should we do? Even if Father intervenes, I fear it may be difficult to save the Imperial Noble Consort's pregnancy, let alone us," Du Zhongjing knew the temperament of His Majesty, who had everything under control and allowed no defiance.
