Song Yunzhao was a little displeased. 'The Empress Dowager sent someone over so early. What is she trying to find out?'
'Oh, right. The Emperor stayed here last night. The Empress Dowager must be getting anxious.'
With this in mind, Song Yunzhao deliberately put on a tense, worried look. She didn't glance at the Emperor, fixing her eyes on the window instead. The smile faded from her face, leaving only a troubled expression.
Feng Yi looked up and saw Yun Zhao's expression. He paused, the words he was about to say dying on his lips. Remembering the events of yesterday's banquet, he thought, 'Yun Zhao must be a little frightened.'
With that thought, Feng Yi's expression darkened. He looked at Zhang Maoquan and said, "Send her back. Zhaoyi is unwell and needs to rest."
Song Yunzhao's heart skipped a beat. 'If his words reach the Empress Dowager, I'll have an excuse to decline any future banquets she wants me to attend.'
