"Father, Mother..."
Zhao Yushu's heart trembled upon hearing this, muttering to herself, yes, even if His Majesty doesn't want her anymore, her parents are still there. If she took her own life, how heartbroken they would be.
She quickly withdrew her hand, lifted her elegant head, and looked at the young man in the python robe. Though her anger hadn't subsided, her gaze turned icy, and she sneered, "King Wei rescued me because he was worried that my death would tarnish your reputation. Afraid that future history books would record how King Wei sought to become Emperor, forcing the Empress to commit suicide."
Chen Mo didn't get angry, standing straight and also gazing at Zhao Yushu, he said, "How history will record me is for future generations to judge, I can only tell Her Majesty that the dethronement of the Empress had nothing to do with me."
Zhao Yushu snorted coldly, clearly not believing a word.
