At this thought, Song Yunzhao's eyes darted. She rose from the Emperor's embrace and turned to Zhu Ruolan, who was shrinking back, wishing she could disappear on the spot. "Your Majesty, this incident began with Zhu Cairen. Why don't you question her? You will soon know whether I am telling the truth."
Zhu Ruolan had not expected Song Yunzhao to single her out at this moment, and her face turned pale.
Feng Yi looked down at Song Yunzhao. He knew this little fox was probably just acting. After all, before he arrived, she had been standing ramrod straight, confronting Consort Shu without a trace of fear.
But seeing her now, with her eyes red and her face streaked with tears, still made him feel a sense of unease. He pulled her a little closer and looked at her. "Zhu Cairen? What does this have to do with her?"
This was the very question Song Yunzhao had been waiting for. She immediately said, "Your Majesty, do you recall the matter of Lu Pin sending me that silver-white satin?"
