"Mother..."
Sui Zilin was completely stunned and looked up at his mother.
"You..."
"Lin'er, in the presence of your royal father, won't you tell the truth quickly? Do you really want to go to Young Master Suri's funeral?" the Empress Dowager pressed him once more, her last words spoken in a low voice intended for Sui Zilin alone.
The Emperor had many sons; he could afford to lose one, even if Sui Zilin was his favorite. Even if he wasn't sent to his death, the Emperor would punish him severely, ensuring he would never have a chance to turn things around.
As for the National Teacher, he would never allow her son a chance to turn things around either. It was very likely he would strike from the shadows, and her son wouldn't even know how he died.
She had seen for herself the National Teacher's methods!
"Your son..."
Sui Zilin swallowed hard. That last sentence from his mother had sunk in.
