Ye Chutang took a step back, lowering her gaze demurely.
"Chutang dare not speak rashly on matters of the court."
Emperor Muwu said, "If it were any other matter, I would not ask you. But you happened to be there last night and know the circumstances. Just speak your mind; you needn't be too concerned."
Ye Chutang paused for a moment before speaking softly.
"Your Majesty, you put me in a difficult position. Last night, the Princely Heir left something behind, and I went to return it to him. I did not expect to stumble upon the fire at the Ministry of Justice, which led to the subsequent series of events. However, I am not familiar with the details surrounding the fire, and thus, I dare not pass judgment casually."
Emperor Muwu watched her, his aged eyes heavy, their gaze weighing down on her shoulders like a physical burden.
Ye Chutang held her posture, motionless, with quiet dignity.
After a long moment, that strange, oppressive feeling finally dissipated.
