The Emperor's gaze fell on him for a moment, then moved away, landing on Huangfu Jing's corpse again.
In the depths of Huangfu Hanyu's eyes, a shadow loomed. Holding Huangfu Jing's corpse, he kneeled before the Emperor and cried out in grief: "Father Emperor, please vindicate me. A year ago, I lost a son, and now, I've even lost my eldest! Father, as the Crown Prince, I am envied by others. But what wrong have my children done?"
Huangfu Hanyu brought up the death of his seventh son, Huangfu Hongzhi, on the way back to the vassal land a year ago again. Together with the sight of Huangfu Jing's corpse right before them, it was alarming. The Emperor's face became increasingly somber, and when his gaze fell on Huangfu Jingchen again, it was as sharp as swords.
However, Huangfu Jingchen stood there calmly, with a peaceful expression and a clear conscience.
The Emperor shifted his gaze again to Huangfu Jinxuan: "Why did you take the cup from him?"
