The exam papers from the examination hall had all been collected by the proctors. The one in his hand was clearly not from the hall.
"Where did this come from?"
Song Yunzhao heard the suppressed fury in Feng Yi's voice. Afraid she might genuinely anger him to the point of illness, she quickly rose and went to him. She grasped the Emperor's hand tightly and said softly, "Your Majesty, please calm down. If anything were to happen to you, I could never atone for it."
Feng Yi felt Song Yunzhao's hand trembling. Looking up, he met her frightened, pale face. He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and squeezed her hand back. "I'm not angry. Take your time and tell me."
