"Mother Consort, is what they're saying true?" Sang Qi asked again, his little face stern.
"They're just upset that Ye Qianning is dead. You can't believe their wild accusations." Consort Yuan hadn't noticed the Crown Prince following her and wasn't sure how much he had overheard.
Sang Qi stared at her unblinkingly.
Consort Yuan grew flustered under his gaze and reached out to pat his head. "Qi'er..."
Sang Qi tilted his head to avoid her touch and turned toward the door.
Inside the hall, the Beili Emperor was trembling with rage. Since ascending the throne, no one had ever dared to defy him like this. He knew his teacher's personality well; when Dean Chen became stubborn, he was even harder to deal with than the old ancestor of the Zhong family.
The speech had left him at a loss for words.
