The Emperor took a deep breath. She was a princess of a country, yet she was willing to bet her reputation and integrity to marry a commoner. She had lost the face of the royal family and, simultaneously, had let down his love for her.
Consort Li's words reminded him that Su Qing's ability was terrifying. She alone had the aura of an army. If it wasn't for her at the Azure Mountain Meet that day, would he still sit on the dragon throne? He would have long been forced to abdicate by the Empress and the Second Prince.
Even without this incident, Su Qing was still his benefactor. Killing her benefactor's fiancé was not morally right.
But today's matter was already as powerful as riding a tiger. If they let Ji Shuisheng go, where would the royal family's face be?
The Emperor's heart wavered, unable to make a decision. His fingers tapped on the dragon table as he looked at Ji Shuisheng with an uncertain expression.
