Hearing this, Song Yunzhao couldn't tell what was true and what was false. After a long silence, she looked at Han Jinyi and said softly, "Past events in the palace have nothing to do with us. It's best not to ask too many questions."
Han Jinyi was taken aback by Song Yunzhao's grave expression. "Yun Zhao," she said, "many people in the palace are secretly talking about this."
"Then have you heard An Fangyi say anything herself?"
Han Jinyi shook her head.
"The living do not speak, and the dead cannot prove their own innocence. Naturally, the story becomes whatever others say it is."
Han Jinyi's heart skipped a beat. Her expression flickered, and it was a long moment before she spoke. "So, you're guessing someone deliberately fed me this information? But why?"
Song Yunzhao looked at Han Jinyi and said, enunciating each word, "Because you and I are close."
