Zhao Mingyan was suddenly backed into a corner by her.
As Ji Qingwu spoke, her face was filled with an unimpeachable righteousness, giving her the air of an Imperial Censor admonishing him during morning court.
It truly was indefensible. Anyone who overheard would think the Emperor was an incompetent fool. It would be more absurd than the wildest tales in unofficial histories—the greatest joke in the world.
Zhao Mingyan's gaze flickered, and he seemed at a loss as to what to do with her.
Ji Qingwu looked down, studying Emperor Wu Su's expression. 'He seems to be softening,' she thought. 'I can't push him too far. I should placate him a bit.'
She sat back down, setting Yuan Heng on her lap and pulling him into an embrace.
"Your Majesty came here alone and incognito. You did not come in your capacity as the Emperor, but as a father coming in the middle of the night to bring his child home."
