Prince Rong hadn't heard His Majesty's voice for some time and carefully raised his head to take a glance.
The Emperor, suppressing his anger, commanded, "Let him kneel!"
Hu Siyi thought that His Majesty's words, spoken in such anger, meant he was quite upset. After careful consideration, he still said, "Your Majesty, the bitter winter is harsh, and this old servant fears that the Prince may not withstand it. If he falls ill afterwards, it will only cause Your Majesty heartache."
"This little brat knows nothing but to cause me trouble, coming here to confess his errors after making a mess, as if aiming to soften my heart and let him off!" the Emperor declared furiously.
Hu Siyi thought to himself that His Majesty must be right, but knowing Prince Rong's disposition, he would surely not do such things. There must be someone else behind this, advising him.
As for who it could be, Hu Siyi dared not consider.
