"Emperor, your consort dares not even step outside..."
"SOB SOB SOB..."
She cried noisily, tears and snot pouring out at the same time, soiling Zhao Junyao's Dragon Robe.
Yet he didn't mind at all, hurriedly fumbling for a handkerchief. Unable to find one, he clumsily used his sleeve to wipe her tears away.
"Stop crying, I know everything! I know!"
Zhao Junyao's heart was breaking. Actually, he too was suffering.
At the Noble Consort's place, he could indeed mete out some punishment. But the Empress Dowager... what was he to do?!
The usually formidable and decisive Emperor found himself in a difficult position when it came to matters involving women. Three women, one drama. With so many women, what was he to do?
In his anxiety, he suddenly thought of Zhao Junqi.
Right, Prince Yan!
With solid evidence of collusion and treason, Zhao Junqi was not going to survive. By then, Prince Yan would also be implicated. And the Empress Dowager...
