"I did not, Your Majesty."
"I saw it with my own eyes. Are you going to claim there's something wrong with my vision?" She was spouting a stream of lies, and the Beili Emperor found even the sight of her vexing.
A flicker of panic showed in Yuan Xinyou's eyes; she had no idea when the Emperor had arrived at the Imperial Garden.
"Your Majesty, she stole my White Spirit! That's why I was so angry."
"You're lying! White Spirit was mine to begin with," Ye Qianning said, wiping away her tears.
"My aunt found White Spirit for me to use as a medicinal catalyst. Since when was it yours?" Yuan Xinyou looked up coldly.
"So, it was Consort Yuan who stole my White Spirit! And you even want to carve out its heart? You're so cruel." Ye Qianning held out her hand, calling to White Spirit.
Trembling, White Spirit shot into her arms, baring its teeth at Yuan Xinyou with a fierce HISS.
"Your Majesty, please see the truth. White Spirit was..."
