Ji Rong's dark eyes stared unblinkingly at Fu min. Her pale and slender hand also reached out in Fu min's direction, half-raised in the air.
"Come here."
His thin lips opened and closed.
He couldn't tell whether she was happy or angry.
The surrounding Palace maids were already scared out of their wits, each and every one of them ashen-faced, their faces unable to hide the look of despair.
It's over, it's over.
Now, the Imperial consort would definitely be punished, and they would also be unable to escape death under the emperor's anger.
Fu Shang covered his red lips with his hand and coughed slightly.
"It's all a misunderstanding."
After she finished the first sentence, she fell into a strange silence.
Hiss.
Wasn't this what a scumbag would say when he was caught in an affair?
