The Eldest Princess, who had been anxious in the side hall, finally breathed a sigh of relief when she heard these words. Her stiff back relaxed against the soft pillow, and two streams of hot tears flowed from her closed eyes, unstoppable.
Just now, Bai Qingyan's intense and forceful words had several times provoked the Emperor's murderous intent.
But with these words, her granddaughter's life was saved.
Fortunately, Bai Qingyan had not been blinded by hatred and knew to leave herself a chance of survival.
The Emperor gazed at the woman in mourning attire kneeling in the center of the grand hall, her demeanor unyielding. She very much resembled Bai Su with that proud and unyielding spirit.
The Emperor's innermost tender emotions were touched. He stared intently at the woman who met his gaze, as composed as an old monk in meditation.