Empress Song had never feared Emperor Yan's suspicion, but the fact that he laid things bare so directly made her panic—was he planning to stop concealing it altogether?
What did he intend to do to her?
Empress Song dug her nails into her palm, forcing herself to calm down. She must not admit it—under no circumstances.
"Your Majesty, what are you saying?" Empress Song's lips trembled as she looked at Emperor Yan, her voice shaking. "Is Your Majesty saying the crown prince's death was not simple, that there was more to it?"
Emperor Yan released her chin and stood up, looking down at her from on high. With a cold sneer he said, "You've used this face to deceive me for so many years. Even now, you still want to lie to me. Empress, do you take me for a fool?"
Thinking of how, these past years, he had slept beside this woman with not the slightest guard up—had she not, time and again, thought of killing him?
The thought sent a chill through Emperor Yan's bones.
