Granny Xu looked at Ling Zhaoyi with a cold gaze. "Ling Zhaoyi, please?"
If she didn't kneel, Fengye would die.
Ling Zhaoyi stood up and slowly walked towards the snow-covered courtyard. She knelt down quietly in front of Consort Chu's residence.
Fengye pounced over and hugged Ling Zhaoyi in the snow. She cried, "Zhaoyi, it's all my fault. I'm willing to be punished. Get up!"
Ling Zhaoyi forced a smile. Her pale face looked like a ghost that would dissipate with the wind. "Don't be afraid. It will be fine."
Fengye cried bitterly. If she could turn back time, she would definitely go back and tear her own mouth apart.
Consort Chu stood at the window and looked over. The corners of her lips curled up, but there was no warmth in her eyes. "What a deep master-servant relationship."
Granny Xu asked in a low voice, "The emperor might be coming to the concubine's chambers tonight. If he sees it…"
