Yan Qing hesitated somewhat, the Chief Eunuch of Changchun Palace had watched him grow up. Although his words were spoken with a smile, the implications hung in the air.
"Does Prince Qing still not trust the Empress?" he said, not forgetting to give Xiao Yu a sidelong glance, the meaning of which couldn't have been clearer—it was as if she were the one sowing discord.
Xiao Yu bowed her head, tugging at Yan Qing's sleeve. When he looked at her, she narrowed her eyes, signaling him not to worry. What else could she do at such a point? She had no choice but to plow ahead, right?
