Emperor Muwu looked at his sobbing son, a flicker of reluctance crossing his face. However, he soon shook his head gently and said, "It's too late."
These four simple words crushed the last glimmer of hope in Ye Chengyan's heart. He stood there, stunned, feeling as if his heart was sinking into an abyss.
Empress Xie, filled with both sadness and anger, choked out, "Your Majesty, after so many years together, are you really going to disregard everything? Once the Royal Heir is deposed again, he will be ridiculed by the world. How will he survive?"
Emperor Muwu was extremely fatigued. He gazed steadily at Empress Xie and said, "Those here today are trusted ministers of mine. The Royal Heir has been overseeing the court for some time now. Why don't you ask them if they are satisfied with him? If even half of them disagree with deposing the Royal Heir today, I will never bring it up again in the future!"