The Right Chancellor stood opposite the Crown Prince, his expression calm, as though his last words had merely stated an utterly ordinary fact.
The Crown Prince, however, was beside himself with rage.
He had little affection for the Crown Prince's Consort, but he still could not accept her carrying another man's child.
Especially Emperor Yongchang's.
"Right Chancellor, you dare slander Imperial Father and my consort? Do you realize you're courting death?" the Crown Prince raged. "Not even the Xie Clan can protect you." Watching the furious Crown Prince, the Right Chancellor continued in the same unhurried tone, "Your Highness, do you think I'm a fool?"
Of course the Crown Prince knew the Right Chancellor was no fool.
So he snatched the teacup from the table and smashed it against the floor.
"Impossible!" he roared. "Absolutely impossible!"
The Right Chancellor merely watched quietly as the Crown Prince vented.
The Crown Prince's chest heaved, his face flushed red, and veins bulged on his forehead. He paced the room like a wild beast trapped in a cage. But moments later, he forced himself to calm down. "Where's the proof? What evidence do you have?"
A flicker of appreciation crossed the Right Chancellor's eyes.
The Crown Prince's fury was normal. Any man would be furious when faced with something like this.
But whether someone could control his emotions within a minute, within a day, or not at all determined his caliber and potential.
Previously, the Right Chancellor had considered the Crown Prince unremarkable, hardly outstanding among Emperor Yongchang's many children. At this moment, however, he felt he had underestimated him.
Emperor Yongchang might have underestimated him too.
The Right Chancellor took a letter from his sleeve and handed it over.
"These are the pulse records my people obtained from the Imperial Medical Academy. Your