Rong Che grew more and more irritated as he paced back and forth in the hall, and then suddenly stopped and turned towards Feng Yao.
Seeing his thoughtful expression, Feng Yao's heart sank with a thud; what was the Emperor planning to do?
Rong Che had already walked over and stood in front of Feng Yao, saying softly, "Uncle has now determined that the flower exchange in the sedan chair has nothing to do with Feng Qing, so we must find another person to take the blame for this crime. I think your mother is suitable?"
When Rong Che said this, he stopped, and Feng Yao's face turned white, her body went limp, and she instinctively reached out to grab Rong Che's sleeve.
"Your Majesty, please don't."
The Emperor intended to put the blame of the flower exchange onto her mother's head. If her mother truly took the blame, the final outcome might be being sent to Huayun Temple, or worse, being abandoned.
