Xiang Wei was anxious: "But have you thought about Kexin and the others? They're still so young, what if they get dragged into this..."
Yueyao shook her head and said, "I've thought about this seriously. Even if the Emperor holds me accountable, it won't involve the children." She wasn't plotting a rebellion, just dreamt of a drought in Jiangnan and told the Emperor about it. Whether he listens or not is up to him. Even if there's no drought in Jiangnan next year, the Emperor couldn't blame anyone else.
After a long while, Xiang Wei said, "Even if they aren't blamed, what if something happens to you? Do you think the four children could have a good life after you're gone? Yueyao, how can you be so heartless as a mother?"
Yueyao bit her lower lip, almost drawing blood: "I'm selfish, I'm failing them." If it weren't for thinking about the children, she wouldn't have delayed telling this matter. But if she didn't say anything, she'd live her whole life in guilt.
