"Imperial Brother, she was indeed paying her respects to the empress," Chu Yihan remarked, looking at the shattered porcelain pieces in front of Su Yingxue, with a slight curl of his lips.
"Ninth Brother, don't defend her!" Chu Mingyuan's face was filled with anger.
"Whether I am defending her or not, Imperial Brother, you'll know just by looking at this pile of porcelain pieces." Chu Yihan held his wine glass, appearing nonchalant yet exuding a seductive allure.
Chu Mingyuan, holding Consort Xiang, glanced over in confusion. The broken pieces of porcelain in front of Su Yingxue were not placed messily at her feet but were arranged into a word.
"Emperor, this forms the character of 'longevity'," Consort Xiang softly explained, leaning into his embrace.
