"Father Emperor! There is something fishy about this, your son truly has been wronged!"
Lin Suqing forcefully kowtowed, exacerbating the injury on his head, which caused his mind to momentarily go dark. He tightly closed his eyes, shook his head side to side, and strived to regain his consciousness.
"Father Emperor, if Feng Ting really did rebel because of your son, then from the time your son left the Eastern Palace to come to this tiny Tianchi, it has been almost half a month since I've returned, and not a single personal letter has been exchanged with anyone at the Eastern Palace. They must assume something happened to your son, and at the same time, the news that your son was taken away by you, Father Emperor, for the transport of armor, would have reached Qingzhou and been known to Feng Ting."
