Life truly had a wicked sense of humor.
"Prince Yue," Concubine Hua said again, her voice dripping with disdain, "is what he said true? He claims you know each other, that you refused to marry into our Beirong royal family and secretly met him in a brothel. That you two… tasted the forbidden fruit. When he heard your engagement was dissolved, he entered the palace in desperation to see you again."
At that, Yue Mingxuan's lips curled into a cold, mocking smile.
So this wasn't a trial, it was a sentencing.
They had already decided he was guilty before he'd even arrived.
Such an obvious setup, he thought bitterly.
If they want to add crimes to my name, they'll always find a way.
He stepped aside and jerking his robe free from the man's grasp with visible disgust.
Whoever this fake scholar was, Concubine Hua must have paid him handsomely to dare this kind of performance and to accuse him within the walls of the royal palace itself.
It was almost laughable. Almost.
