Feng Yi was momentarily entranced as he watched Song Yunzhao, her face etched with worry. He knew her feelings for Mrs. Song were faint, but she held her father in the highest regard. It was a kind of affection he had never experienced himself.
His own imperial father had never truly seen him as a son, and in turn, Feng Yi had never truly regarded him as a father.
With this in mind, he said to Song Yunzhao, "Your father has turned the entire southern officialdom upside down. Today, the courtiers jointly submitted a petition to impeach him."
Song Yunzhao: "..."
'So this is why the Emperor missed the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet?'
Perhaps it was her dumbfounded expression, but Feng Yi was pleased. He chuckled and said, "What? You don't believe me?"
Song Yunzhao nodded. "I... I can hardly believe it. How is that possible? My father has been an official for many years and has always prioritized prudence..."
Feng Yi's mouth twitched. 'Prudence?'
'I wouldn't be so sure about that.'
