Consort Xin and Lin Yingmin were brought to a side hall. Along the way, Consort Xin looked at everything that was unfamiliar and familiar. She could not help but feel as if a lifetime had passed.
Lin Yingmin, on the other hand, walked with his head lowered. The palace was full of dangers. He didn't want to cause trouble, nor did he dare to.
After the young eunuch led him into the side hall, he immediately retreated. After a while, the Emperor slowly walked in with his hands behind his back.
Consort Xin and Lin Yingmin knelt down and bowed. "Greetings, Your Majesty."
The Emperor sized up the mother and son. There was no Consort Xin in his memory, so he could not distinguish anything. "Stand up."
He walked over and sat down. Consort Xin and Lin Yingmin stood up.
The Emperor took the dagger and went straight to the point. "Where did you get this dagger?"
Consort Xin replied, "This was given to me by the late emperor…"
