In the Royal Palace, deep into the night, was a dangerous quiet.
After hearing the empress's words, the prince almost fell to the floor. His face was full of shock and he stuttered, "Mother, that nonsense are you talking about?"
The empress's expression could not settle, and she was quiet for an indeterminable amount of time before speaking lightly: "Fan Xian, is the bastard of your father and that Ye witch."
The Crown Prince kept shaking his head, unable to accept this sudden realization. He shook his head too hard and felt a bit faint, and only then did he sit on his bed, dazed. He said in a faltering voice, "How is this possible? How is this possible?"
