Something seemed different, yet nothing seemed to have changed at all.
"Feng Yi."
Song Yunzhao subconsciously called out the Emperor's name.
"I'm here."
Feng Yi answered.
Her voice was so soft and weak that he held his breath, afraid that speaking any louder might blow her away like a whisper on the wind.
Hearing his reply, Song Yunzhao felt the man before her become more solid, more real. She heard herself say, "I caused a huge scene today. Did you hear about it?"
'I really tore a huge hole in the heroine's world today. Her entire persona has completely collapsed.'
Feng Yi was about to speak, but Yun Zhao continued, "Qin Xiyue has tried to harm me time and time again, yet I could never get any evidence. Today, the Qin Family thought they could make this all go away by simply offering up a steward. This is about two lives—mine and my unborn child's. How could I possibly let them off the hook?"
