Crown Prince Mo stared intensely at his father and questioned, "Was she the one competing in that competition? Did she make Guo'an look bad? Did she instigate those officials to invest in Guo'an's victory? Was she the one targeting the Long Clan?"
/None of that!/
/All of this cannot be attributed to her!/
/The Emperor was consumed by anger to the point that his eyes ached. "He merely didn't wish to criticize his own son in public again!/
The Crown Prince, however, only seemed concerned about aiding his wife. He hadn't even reprimanded her yet, but he instinctively shot back a protective glare. It was almost unbearable to witness.
Seated beside his wife and holding her hand, the Crown Prince remained calm, wearing an innocent expression that seemed to ask, "What have we done?"
The Emperor felt a stifling sensation in his chest. He couldn't scold her, nor could he simply let her off the hook. He found himself grinding his teeth in frustration.
