Forced entry into the palace?
Such a treacherous term sprang from Song Zhiyuan's mouth, shocking Prince Zhou and the others into a pallor.
Who dares to touch such a deadly taboo? Who dares to admit to such a mortal crime?
"Prime Minister Song, you are making groundless accusations." At this moment, Consort Fan couldn't care less about winning over Song Zhiyuan; she was eager to clear herself. After all, forcing entry into the palace was tantamount to treason, a label that spells death for whoever wears it, a risk they wouldn't take.
Prince Zhou swallowed hard, holding Consort Fan's hand, speaking in a softer tone: "Exactly, Prime Minister Song, we merely wish to request an audience with our father, how can you call it forcing entry? You are imposing guilt unjustly."
