Nuo'er, You Don't Want Father to Carry You Anymore?

Gu Yihan's expression was already dark and his tone was cold. "How dare you!"

Fang Yirou lay on the ground, pressed down by Ye Siming's sheath, and was unable to get up.

She was already trembling in fear, but she didn't forget to cry and argued, "Your Majesty, this subject is innocent! Why would this subject have to drug the first prince and even put my innocence on the line? What benefits would this subject have?! Your Majesty, please be a clear judge!"

Gu Nuo'er turned her head and retorted fiercely, "There are many benefits! You just want to use unclean methods to marry my eldest brother so that you can realize your dream of soaring in status! Otherwise, why don't you tell me, who was the one to take off your clothes?! It couldn't be me who had taken them off for you!"

Fang Yirou stammered, "I… I…"

Among the officials, the Minister of Rites hurriedly stood up, his face pale.