"Even that old fox, Prime Minister Shang, has acted like a weather vane and not dared say a word. I actually defended her before, believing she wouldn't betray me. Now it seems she secretly defected to Imperial Uncle long ago."
Hearing this, Li Sang opened her mouth, wanting to remind her that Shang Shuheng had been spending a great deal of time with Prince Rui recently.
But considering the current state of the court, telling her would probably only complicate matters and create more unnecessary trouble.
"Ying'er, calm down."
"Your Imperial Uncle... Father will summon her to the palace and sound her out."
Huang Ying no longer intended to keep enduring this.
"Father, just ask her directly what she means. If she wants the throne, I'll give it to her."
Li Sang knitted his brows, his expression solemn. "Ying'er, how can you say such a thing? Don't act on impulse, understand?"
How much effort had he put into securing her throne?
How could she just say she wanted to give it up?
"Do I look like an emperor now? What difference is there between me and a puppet?"
Huang Ying was utterly dispirited.
"All right, go back and calm down first. Leave the other matters to Father. Father will certainly give you a satisfactory answer, all right?"
Even Li Sang had not expected matters to develop to this point.
He had thought everything was under his control.
He never imagined that almost overnight, everything would change.
Thinking of the source of all these changes—his dear niece, Li Ruo—Li Sang ground his teeth in fury.
And when he thought that she was about to marry his son, he wanted to kill her even more.
*
Meanwhile, after returning to her residence, Prime Minister Shang was also deep in thought, her face