Feng Yi turned his head to look at Yun Zhao, his face a mask of fury. His eyes, in particular, seemed to be ablaze. Her father was still kneeling outside, yet every word from Yun Zhao's lips showed concern for him and him alone.
Never before had anyone cared for him so wholeheartedly.
Feng Yi's gaze was overly serious, and Song Yunzhao couldn't help but feel a pang of insecurity. 'Did I act too fake?'
'No way, right?'
Just as her heart pounded with unease, she heard Feng Yi say, "Your concern is enough for me."
'Even if Song Nanzhen is truly implicated,' he thought, 'as long as his crimes aren't too severe, I'm willing to be lenient for Zhaozhao's sake.'
Of course, Song Yunzhao had no idea what Feng Yi was thinking. She put on a happy expression and advised in a soft, gentle voice, "Your Majesty must also take care of your health. Your well-being is of utmost importance. Only when you have recovered can you accomplish more."
"You have a point."
