Zheng Haoyuan was caught off guard by this slap, staggering back one step before returning to his senses and looking at Noble Consort Wen incredulously.
Noble Consort Wen was resolute, her trembling fingers hidden in her voluminous sleeves. If she hadn't taken the initiative, the Empress, who already had an unfavorable impression of Fu Gong, would have suspected her even more because of the previous assassination attempt on the Crown Prince.
Seeing this, Zheng Haoyuan's eyes reddened instantly, and in the next moment, he decisively ran out.
Noble Consort Wen let out a sigh of relief, turned around firmly, and respectfully knelt on the ground.
"Empress, Fu Gong has been obstinate since childhood. It's my negligence in discipline," Noble Consort Wen said earnestly. "I have already lost one son, for the remaining one, I dare not hope for much greatness, only for him to grow up safely and happily."
