King Yan's face turned completely pale, as if someone had punched him hard, and he staggered back two steps.
The flower rack behind him was knocked over, and a pot of Molan fell to the ground, shattering with a sharp sound piercing the silent night.
He turned his head to glance at the ground, swallowed a few times, and then looked at the Empress.
But at this moment, his eyes were filled with fear, and his lips began to tremble.
Beneath the eaves of the hallway beyond the palace door, Fu Zhen hadn't expected to hear such explosive news. She hastily looked around and saw that the courtyard had already been cleared of palace attendants, only the Empress's eunuch who had been responsible for clearing the area was standing not far away.
He stood with his hands folded, eyes to the ground and mind focused inward, as if the conversation from inside the hall had never reached his ears.
