Ye Jinghua shot him a cold sidelong glance. "As long as His Majesty isn't afraid of poison."
"With Imperial Uncle here, what could I possibly fear?"
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the eunuchs and palace maids behind him brought in the gifts.
"Miss Su, I brought you some things."
"I know Miss Su has suffered in the palace these past two years. It was all because I was deceived by that woman, Su Yue. I kept thinking she was taking good care of you, but I never expected..."
After a pause, he added with a hint of provocation:
"I only wanted to make it up to you a little. Imperial Uncle, please don't read too much into it."
Su Qiao pressed a finger to the corner of her mouth. "You really want to make it up to me?"
"Of course. My word is my bond."
"Then issue an edict granting Ye Jinghua and me a marriage."
In fact, Ye Jinghua had told her long ago that he could simply take the Imperial Seal and stamp the edict himself.
But Su Qiao refused.
She wanted to kick this fellow off the throne.
Who told him to keep trying to harm her man?
"As for clearing the name of Su Prime Minister's Estate and overturning the false charges against it, with His Majesty here, who would dare say anything? Do they think His Majesty is merely a decoration?"
"Or does His Majesty really lack even this much prestige and confidence?"
Ye Jinghua almost laughed out loud.
His Princess Consort was far too straightforward.
Even if he really was a decoration or a puppet, they still had to give him some face.
They ought to take pity on him.
He picked up a slice of mutton and fed it to