Feng Yi felt the woman in his arms tremble. As long as he'd known Song Yunzhao, he'd never seen her like this; she had always been so full of fighting spirit.
It was true. The oppression of her low birth and status was a force she currently had no power to resist.
When he first ascended the throne, wasn't he, the Emperor, also kept in check by those old ministers?
He knew that feeling of grievance, bitterness, and helplessness all too well. So now, seeing Yun Zhao looking so wronged, he not only understood but his heart ached for her even more.
One day, thanks to him, Yun Zhao would have nothing to fear.
Song Yunzhao knew not to overdo it. Her performance over, she immediately took out a handkerchief to dab at the corners of her eyes, then adopted a lighthearted tone. "There's something else you might not know yet, Your Majesty."
"What is it?" Feng Yi played along, changing the subject with a smile. "Don't tell me you're short on silver again?"
Song Yunzhao: ...
