Everyone in the hall froze. The Emperor was here?
No one had said the Emperor would be coming.
Song Yunzhao's mind raced. 'Should I make an accusation or not? And if I do, how should I go about it?'
If she made a scene, it would only cement her reputation as a cunning vixen. But if she didn't, everyone would think she was a pushover—schemed against by the Empress Dowager, yet not daring to flip the table even when the Emperor arrived. After this, who would ever fear her?
Talk about being caught between a rock and a hard place.
There was no good way out.
The thoughts had barely crossed her mind when Feng Yi strode in. She looked up, and his eyes were fixed right on her.
Song Yunzhao's mind went blank. 'He looked at me the moment he walked in!'
That single glance, in that one instant—all thoughts of a concubine's grace, a concubine's dignity, a concubine's composure—flew right out the window!
'I have to make a scene. Not just any scene, a huge one!'
