Zhao Yi also noticed his grandfather's murderous intent towards his mother. He knelt outside the main courtyard for a long time, yet Zhao Zhongyu still refused to see him. Realizing that his parents would be leaving Luoyang with the emperor tomorrow, fear filled his heart, and he could only kneel outside Qingyi Pavilion.
Ting He brought the meal over, and after setting the table, she said, "Miss, the young master is kneeling outside."
Zhao Hanzhang paused in her hand-wiping motion. She carefully dried her fingers with a cloth, thought for a moment, and then said, "Let him in."
Ting He pouted reluctantly and went out.
Zhao Erlang, sweating profusely, ran back. Seeing Zhao Yi kneeling in front of the courtyard, he stopped and hid to watch.
Xie Shi lagged behind by more than ten steps. When he came up and saw Zhao Erlang skulking around, he also glanced at Zhao Yi kneeling and asked, "Are you afraid of him?"
Zhao Erlang fidgeted and said nothing.
