Zhang Fengcai lowered his head, startled by Song Zhi's words, with more fear than surprise in his eyes.
He had long known that Rong Heng was not as simple as he seemed on the surface, but since Rong Heng had hold over the affair with Zhang Ruoshui, he could only turn a blind eye.
But Song Zhi was different. Song Zhi had no weaknesses to exploit, and the only thing he cared about was the Emperor. As long as he believed something might harm the Emperor, he would speak out without hesitation.
"Why does it have to be now..." Rong Jing murmured, lowering his head, staring blankly at the bright yellow Holy Decree in front of him. Every freshly written word seemed like a monster formed from blood, grinning at him, mocking his naivety.
Song Zhi furrowed his brows, a feeling of unease suddenly rising within him.
Something seemed off about His Majesty's condition.
Before he could speak further, Rong Jing's crimson lips suddenly curved into a gentle arc.
