As Prince Duan's words fell, many nodded in agreement, looking at Ms. Zhuo and the Zhuo family with sympathy, while casting a hint of accusation towards Yang Mengchen.
Since ancient times, people have sympathized with the weak, and Yang Mengchen was well aware of this. However, she chose to ignore it and instead glanced subtly at the Emperor, keenly catching a flash of sharpness in his eyes. Although she could not fathom the Emperor's thoughts, the Royal Grandmother and Sister Jin had shared many secrets with her, allowing her to guess the Emperor's intentions to some extent after a moment's thought.
Squeezing Long Xuanmo's hand to signal that he need not worry, Yang Mengchen turned to look at Master Zhuo and said indifferently, "May I ask how old Ms. Zhuo is this year?"
"Replying to Princess Chen, Meimei is seventeen years old this year," Master Zhuo answered truthfully, not understanding why Yang Mengchen would ask such a question.
