"What are your thoughts on this?" Feng Yi asked Yun Zhao directly. There was no need for guesswork between them.
Yun Zhao sat down beside him, sighed, and said, "An Fangyi looks so pitifully ill. If I were to stop this, what would others think of me? In any case, I can't be the one to object. Besides, it's even hotter this year than last. Today it's An Fangyi, but who knows who it will be tomorrow? Rather than waiting for everyone to collapse from the heat one by one, it's better to just go to Jincui Garden and escape the summer heat without all the fuss."
"If that's what you think, then let's go." Feng Yi wasn't bothered by such a small matter. "Is there anything else you're worried about?"
Yun Zhao had plenty of worries. She looked at Feng Yi and said, "I'm afraid Consort Shu and I won't be enough to persuade the Empress Dowager. You will have to go yourself."
Feng Yi: ...
'Just as I thought. It's never good news.'
"Fine, I'll go."
