Song Yunzhao felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist and lift her up. Her head rested against a familiar chest as the sound of rushing wind filled her ears. She knew it was Feng Yi carrying her as he ran outside.
In that moment, her emotions were in turmoil. She was faking her faint, but Feng Yi didn't know that.
She had never expected Feng Yi to carry her and run himself. With so many palace attendants around, were they all just for show?
As Song Yunzhao's thoughts drifted hazily, the jostling from the Emperor's running made her already dizzy head spin even more. Unsure if it was the wind or her own heartbeat, her ears began to ring, and she truly fainted.
Shouci Palace was thrown into chaos. The Emperor had run off carrying Song Jieyu, leaving everyone else behind, including the Empress Dowager. Besides the few people close to Yun Zhao, how could anyone else present feel at ease?
