"Yu Yi, where's Huazhao? How is he?" As Ming Lingyi saw Yu Yi, a thought flashed through her mind. It was too fleeting, however, and with her mind consumed by worry, she couldn't quite grasp it.
Yu Yi opened her mouth, about to speak, when she saw the Emperor appear from behind her mistress.
Yu Yi was speechless.
'So was she supposed to speak or not?!'
'If I don't say anything, my mistress will keep worrying. But if I speak now, won't I be exposing the Crown Prince? The Little Prince probably doesn't want us to reveal the truth in front of the Emperor.'
Yu Yi's face was a mask of indecision.
Ming Lingyi didn't wait for an answer, however. The next moment, she was already hurrying toward the bedchamber.
