In the study room.
The air carried a faint scent.
The aroma of medicinal herbs.
It was the smell of golden sore medicine.
"Greetings, Prince!" Upon seeing the person entering, Fu Long immediately got down on one knee to salute.
Feng Yexuan waved his hand, and Leng Ji along with Yuxing withdrew from the room.
The door was closed, and the two stood guard outside, indicating the importance of the conversation taking place inside.
"You're wounded, stand up and speak," Feng Yexuan indicated a chair not far away.
Fu Long didn't refuse and sat down, looking at him, "Prince, I've done nothing inappropriate towards the Empress, I beg for your discernment."
"She tore her own clothes and accused you of being rude to her, correct?" Feng Yexuan's long fingers rested on the edge of the desk in a casual manner.
Calm as a gentle breeze, not a hint of anger was present.
Fu Long didn't quite understand and hesitated, but eventually he nodded and told the truth, "Yes!"