Rong Che wished he could immediately decree to drag Feng Qing, this scourge, down and execute her, putting an end to all troubles.
Unfortunately, before he could finish, Rong Ling from one side of the hall spoke up: "Your Majesty, it's better to switch people back first. Execution is a matter for later; let's resolve the current situation first."
If this matter spread out, the Royal Family would become a joke. As for these two women, right or wrong, any punishments are matters for the future.
When Rong Ling finished speaking, the expressions of both Rong Che and Feng Yao changed simultaneously. Feng Qing, however, responded with a cold sneer: "I am willing to switch back immediately."
Upon hearing Feng Qing's words, Feng Yao frowned and glanced at the New Emperor, Rong Che, then turned to look at Regent King Rong Ling. It was her first time closely observing the Regent Prince.
One look and her heart was in turmoil, pounding rapidly. Indeed, the Regent Prince was Dayan's most handsome man, and his appearance was truly unmatched.
His perfectly sculpted features were accentuated by slightly arched black eyebrows and deep, unfathomable phoenix eyes, beneath which were a rosy nose and crimson lips.
His countenance was flawless and exquisite, stirring one's heart at first sight.
This man was the husband whom the Empress Dowager had decreed for her. The more Feng Yao looked, the more she was astonished, and her previously firm resolve to become Empress began to waver uncontrollably.
Should she choose the Emperor or the Regent Prince?
Feng Yao pondered silently, finding it increasingly difficult to decide, especially since the Regent Prince was unparalleled worldwide.
Every gesture exuded a natural, formidable aura akin to an emperor's presence, commanding respect and instilling fear from mere sight; such a man was truly a man's man.
Having seen a man as exceptionally beautiful as Rong Ling, she found herself dissatisfied with the one by her side.
Feng Yao couldn't help but waver; if she entered the Regent Prince Mansion, she would become the envy of all women in Dayan.
But quickly, Feng Yao recalled something: in a previous life, Rong Ling was short-lived, and he would die soon.
If she entered the Regent Prince Mansion, she would soon be widowed. With this, her swaying heart shifted, deciding to remain in the palace as Empress.
As she thought about this, she gently called out, "Your Majesty?"
Rong Che would never agree to switch back, as Feng Qing was a cursed woman. If she entered the palace as Empress, could he still live well? Hence, he firmly refused to replace her.
Rong Che, thinking and worrying, looked anxiously at Rong Ling: "Uncle, replacing her now might not be appropriate."
Rong Ling raised his eyebrows, his eyes deep and dark: "Why would it be inappropriate?"
"The bridal sedan has entered, the ceremony completed; to switch now, once this spreads, won't it make the Imperial Family a laughingstock? Better to let the mistake stand, and later we can claim the sedan was carried wrongly in the rush."
At this point, Rong Che couldn't entirely blame Feng Qing; for now, it's best to muddle through this situation, otherwise, if Feng Qing persisted, perhaps she really would be switched back.
Rong Che naturally refused to switch back.
In the hall, Rong Ling narrowed his phoenix eyes, gazing deeply at Rong Che opposite. Rong Che, meeting Rong Ling's thoughtful gaze, trembled inside yet struggled to maintain a harmonious expression.
"Uncle, I don't want the Royal Family to become others' source of laughter. If even a hint of today's events spreads, our Royal Family will become gossip fodder."
Appearing to care for the Royal Family's reputation, Rong Ling looked darkly at him and Feng Yao. Though both tried hard to steady their emotions, he could still sense their tension.
Were they unwilling to revert to their original positions?