Ye Chutang's eyelids lowered slightly, her expression unchanging.
Emperor Muwu narrowed his eyes. "Oh?"
He lifted a hand. Ye Chutang immediately took half a step back and asked softly, "Shall I go to the side hall to brew your medicine, then?"
Emperor Muwu considered it for a moment. "No need. Leave such matters to the servants. You will stay here. We wouldn't want Fan Chengzhuo to have some... accident with his health before he's finished speaking."
Ye Chutang curtsied and bowed her head. "Yes, Your Majesty."
...
"What did you say!?"
Xiao Chenglin's hand slipped, and the teacup in his grasp fell to the floor, shattering into pieces.
He was both shocked and furious.
"Fan Chengzhuo has gone to Qiyuan Hall!?"
The man kneeling on one knee before him tensed at his fury. "Yes. He was escorted from the Heavenly Prison an incense stick's time ago. He should be arriving shortly. Your Highness, what should we do now?"
