"Your Majesty…" Ye Sheng knelt there trembling all over, his body shaking like a sieve.
"Bastard!" The old Emperor smashed an inkstone down. "Look at what you've done!"
"Your Majesty, I've been wronged, this humble Minister absolutely never said such things, how could I possibly harm my own son?" Ye Sheng cried his grievance in a wretched voice. "Besides, if my son were to be convicted, this humble Minister would certainly not escape either. How could I do something that stupid?"
"But weren't you the one who got drunk last night? Weren't you the one babbling nonsense? So many people heard it — are you saying all of them misheard?" The old Emperor knew that with Ye Sheng's cowardice he'd never dare do such a thing, but she was simply furious — furious at his loose tongue, furious that he strutted around relying on his son's merits.
