Bai Ruozhu looked toward Ning Yu, wishing she could silence his words. How could he shout such things without any regard for caution, implicating a plot to usurp the throne and assassinate the Emperor? Shouldn't he have been more discreet in front of Hao Feng and Fen Wan?
Her heart raced with urgency, but it was already too late to stop him.
Tang Yin's face turned ashen, and after a long pause, he said, "So the target was me after all."
He let out a bitter laugh, "If I were struck by witchcraft and fell into critical condition with no prince to inherit the throne, to whom would this position pass, I wonder?"
By his side, an official hurriedly supported the Emperor, whispering, "Your Majesty, please do not be angered. You are the true Son of Heaven, and their schemes will not succeed."
