The Emperor was furious. He worried his daughter would be caught in the crossfire. An old father's heart was instantly plunged into a wok of boiling oil, all traces of his earlier composure gone.
When Meng Jiuchang saw Song Zhaoyi, it was as if he'd seen his savior. He bolted over, his mouth split in an almost frightening grin. "Zhaoyi, the Emperor is waiting for you."
Song Yunzhao's heart skipped a beat. 'He's waiting for me?'
Meng Jiuchang couldn't care less about Song Zhaoyi's mood. He immediately led her inside, personally escorting her into the inner chamber. After announcing her arrival, he beat a hasty retreat.
Song Yunzhao was left speechless.
Song Yunzhao first had her maids set down the meal box, then motioned for them to withdraw.
'Feng Yi wouldn't take his anger out on her, but the same couldn't be said for her attendants.'
