"Otherwise, when the Emperor finds out in the future, this would be evidence of disloyalty."
Ye Muyu fiddled with his fingers, pondering, "Then you might as well rub out this suggestion, just report the fact."
"I also need to test the theory." Chu Heng had considered this issue as well.
But he still had to confirm the specific circumstances concerning Emperor Xuanming.
What was the reason for the sudden favoritism towards Consort Jie?
Uncertainty on this point would only lead to greater turmoil, he couldn't foresee what would happen next, and naturally couldn't prepare in advance.
Ye Muyu understood.
He felt even more sympathy for Chu Heng.
Sighing, "Can't you find another way, at least not on your hand anymore."
Ye Muyu stood up, blowing gently on the wound on his forehead, "Come over here, let me apply ointment for you."
Chu Heng enjoyed this kind of care from her, didn't resist at all, and leaned closer voluntarily, bending down to make it easier for her.
