Song Ci's prediction was right: Song Xin really couldn't come back. More precisely, her nameplate had been kept; she now belonged to the Emperor and had been conferred the low rank of Daying.
"What happened? Didn't you say you would have her name struck from the entry list?" Song Ci looked at Song Zhiyuan's darkened face and asked.
Fingering the bead necklace in his hand, Song Zhiyuan said in a low voice, "That part was done. I just didn't expect that there would be those who don't want to see us staying clean on the outside watching the show. They always find it better if we're in the whirlpool too."
Song Ci's brows knit. "Who did this?"
"Who else could it be? Prime Minister Fan, Consort Fan." Song Zhiyuan gave a cold snort.
