Murong Yang was practically fuming. He immediately rose to his feet. "Your Majesty, my son is poorly disciplined. I have made a spectacle of myself. I will take him away at once to reflect on his behavior!"
With that, he moved to pull Murong Ye away.
Emperor Muwu, however, raised a hand. "Murong Aiqing, there is no need to be alarmed. I am familiar with his temperament. Since he dares to plead for Ye Heng today, I imagine he must have some evidence. Let us hear him out."
At these words, a jolt went through Murong Ye, and his mind instantly cleared.
'Evidence?'
'What evidence could I possibly have?'
He had spoken on impulse, all because his heart ached for Ye Shixian and he wanted to get Ye Heng released as quickly as possible!
But the realization came too late. Murong Ye was trapped, and beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
The entire hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and all eyes were fixed on Murong Ye.
