Lady Liang held the Emperor, gently patting his back, and said warmly, "Alright, I'll decide for you."
Zhao Yao: "..." Such an eyesore, can't bear to look.
"Yao'er..."
Just as Lady Liang spoke, Zhao Yao interrupted, "Mother Consort, it doesn't matter what you say, I'm not going and that's final."
"Yao'er, none but you is suitable for this task; others won't fit. If you go, no one will misunderstand, but if someone else goes, the whole world will misunderstand." Lady Liang spoke softly, "Prince Han is about to rebel, and if a misunderstanding arises at such a time, it could cause unnecessary trouble or even danger. But if you go, none of this will happen."
Knowing well that Mother Consort's words were an excuse, yet her reasoning was sound, leaving him unable to argue. Still, Zhao Yao resisted.
"I am not going."
Neither the Emperor nor Lady Liang expected that after saying so much, Zhao Yao was utterly unmoved and insisted on not going.
