After Fu Zhen left Qianqing Palace, she took advantage of the absence of people around to glance back fiercely.
After last night's conversation with Yang Yi, she had already sensed that Yang Yi was wavering. She confidently wanted to start from the emperor, letting him lower his stance so that Yang Yi could also convince himself to end the current predicament. But the emperor still had such an attitude? Was he not deliberately trying to make things difficult?
Not long after, Pei Zhan also walked out. Seeing his stifled expression, it was clear he was also powerless.
"I always feel something is abnormal," she said. "The emperor was not like this before. This time, he seems particularly stubborn about this matter."
Pei Zhan glanced behind him and whispered, "Of course, it's not normal. Do you know, there was someone else in the hall just now?"
"Someone else?" Fu Zhen was surprised, "Who else?"
