Zhao Hongsheng's face turned bright red. He also wished this matter wasn't true, so that he wouldn't have to endure the Old Emperor's bloodthirsty gaze.
However, the facts were already laid bare; saying anything more was futile.
"Empress, my condolences."
The Old Emperor's heavy voice echoed, and Empress Su could no longer deceive herself.
She collapsed to the ground, wailing hoarsely, "My Weier, my Weier! How could you be so heartless, your mother's heart is breaking, Weier! Oh heavens, why are you so cruel? You've already taken my son, why must you also take my daughter?"
The Empress's blood-tearing cries reverberated in the grand hall. Fortunately, there were only Su Zhe and two other ministers present; otherwise, seeing the Empress in such disarray would surely lead to endless gossip.
"Empress, mind your conduct; you are the mother of a nation!"
