As Yan Zheyun read his composition out loud, the pavilion fell deathly silent. Hua Zhixuan's face was ashen and even Gracious Consort Yao, who could usually be counted on to lighten the mood, wore a solemn expression.
Everyone was too stunned at Yan Zheyun's daring to gloat maliciously at what they must all deem as a stupid, arrogant mistake.
It wasn't like they didn't feel the same jealousy towards the emperor's past love, but who was crazy enough to call the emperor out on it as bluntly as this?!
The emperor's new love, apparently.
Yan Zheyun placed the brush back down on its holder, taking extra care not to damage the hairs. He pretended not to notice the apprehension radiating off the others as they held their breaths collectively, waiting for the emperor's wrath to befall this presumptuous concubine who had overstepped.