Lu Yuan was at a loss for what to do with the sobbing Gu Ziye.
He could have hidden this matter from her, but he chose not to.
Lu Yuan took both of Gu Ziye's hands in his and urged, "You're carrying our child now. You mustn't do anything rash."
Lu Yuan didn't want to use their unborn child as leverage.
But right now, he had no other way to stop Gu Ziye.
Gu Ziye had a playful personality, but she was also relatively independent, and even a little stubborn.
At this, Gu Ziye threw her arms around Lu Yuan's waist.
With a loud "WAAAH!" she burst into tears.
Gu Ziye's nose twitched as she sobbed, "Yuan~, what should we do? That's my own brother!"
Lu Yuan gently patted her back, comforting her, "The virtuous are watched over by heaven. Your father, the Emperor, won't just stand by and do nothing."
Gu Ziye looked up, her eyes filled with tears, and said with a pout of her cherry-like lips:
"I'll beg Father Emperor to let you lead the troops to rescue my brother."
