No one said a word, and Yu Mingyue was so tense that her breath caught, with a thin layer of sweat appearing on her forehead, shining under the light.
At this moment, she seemed as though she was awaiting the pronouncement of her fate.
Even though she had long known what her fate would be, and had struggled against it for several years.
Just then, the sound of Eunuch Yu pouring wine stopped, followed by the rustling sound of clothes in the hall, as Yu Wenquan reached for his wine cup, and his deep voice resonated slowly in the hall—
"Feng Chen, Ru Yi."
"...!"
Yu Mingyue's heart sank at once!
She did not immediately look up, instead, she sat there motionless, as if she couldn't believe her ears, not even shifting her gaze, while around her, there was a series of quiet exclamations that were hard to suppress, with numerous eyes filled with surprise, regret, and some with gloating directed towards her.
