"I heard that the emperor has summoned you to serve him. Son! Are you alright?" Grabbing Prince Anyang's hand, the Imperial Consort looked nervous.
Prince Anyang's heart warmed, and then a smile appeared on his face.
"I'm fine." As he spoke, he brought the Imperial Consort into the hall.
"Why did he summon you?" The Imperial Consort asked again.
She had been married to the Emperor for many years and knew how ruthless and vicious he was.
Today, his son had not been conferred the title of Crown Prince. Instead, he had been arranged to serve the sick.
She was afraid that the Emperor had already found out something and wanted to take the opportunity to attack her son.
Fortunately, her son came out alive.
Prince Anyang looked at the Imperial Consort.
He did not answer immediately. Instead, he brought the Imperial Consort back to the hall and asked her to sit.
Then, he sat down on the chair beside her.
