The eunuchs guarding the Fengyuan Hall looked at the woman kneeling in front of the hall, coughing non-stop. After a while, someone with sharp eyes discovered that it was actually the Empress Dowager from the Fengzao Palace, who had been bedridden for a long time and hadn't come out. They hastily went in to report, whispering in the ear of the Emperor's personal eunuch, Xue Yong. Xue Yong listened and was shocked, walking out of the hall to take a look, and indeed it was the Empress Dowager who had been bedridden for over a year. It seemed that she already knew about that matter.

  He hastily gestured for the eunuch to go and support the Empress, while he himself went in and knelt down, calling out to the Emperor who was intently reviewing memorials, "Your Majesty..."

  The emperor raised his eyes slightly and continued to review the documents in his hand, saying lightly, "What's wrong with you, a slave, that you can't even speak properly? What is it?"

  Xue Yong organized the following words and dared to speak, "The empress is kneeling outside the palace, she may have already known about that matter." After finishing speaking, he prostrated himself on the ground and didn't dare move.

  The hall fell silent for a moment, and the emperor's memorials were no longer approved. "I didn't tell you to seal off Fengmo Palace, you're really becoming more useless." He threw down the brush in his hand, and the sound seemed to strike at Xue Yong's heart. Just as he was about to explain with a stiff upper lip, the person on the dragon throne had already stood up and quickly walked out of the hall.

  She knelt on the ground, her heart filled with great sorrow. Her hands tightly grasped the snow on the ground, as if she wanted to use this to alleviate the torment in her heart. Just a short while ago, she had overheard Green Skirt and other palace maids talking about how there were officials who had jointly petitioned the emperor, saying that her father was guilty of treason and selling out the country, with ironclad evidence. The people from the Qin General's residence had all been thrown into the Heavenly Prison, leaving only her alone in ignorance, unable to do anything, a useless daughter.

  Father devoted his life to the country, loyal and dedicated, how could he do something that would betray Da Huang Guo? There must be some misunderstanding. Thinking of her mother and younger sister who had just returned to Qin Fu, her heart was filled with another wave of anguish, and the snow in her hand had melted due to her abnormal body temperature.

  The emperor walked out of the palace, looking at the woman under the steps. She was prostrate on the ground, so thin that her spine could be seen. His eyes were complex and difficult to discern, but in the end, he still stepped down and silently helped her up without saying a word.

  She looked at the man in front of her, who was her husband of five years, but also the Emperor of Dahui. She hesitated for a moment before kneeling down again, her eyes red as she said, "Your Majesty, I don't believe my father would do something so treacherous and disloyal. Please investigate clearly, I beg you to clear my father's name..."

  "Enough!" The emperor coldly rebuked, "The evidence is clear, how can I not see through this? Look at the state you've gotten yourself into, Qin Zhaoyi, do you still have any dignity as an empress?" He glanced at the attendants kneeling behind her, his eyes filled with cold glint, "Why haven't you taken the empress back to Fengmiao Palace yet? If anything happens to the empress, none of you will be spared!"

  Qin Zhaoxiu slowly raised her head to look at her husband, and it wasn't until she was supported by the palace maid that she came back to herself. She helplessly grasped his hand and finally couldn't hold back a sob, "Please, please save my father, he's innocent, Xurong, I'm begging you..."

  The palace maid, fearing she would be implicated, secretly exerted herself to support her and helped her up. She continued to plead with the man in front of her, until she could no longer hold his hand, and finally her eyes became empty, tears streaming out uncontrollably, and in the end, she fainted.

  She was ill, sometimes better and sometimes worse, her consciousness was always dull. When she woke up a bit, it was already half a month later. The people of General Qin's mansion had been beheaded and were buried in the desolate mountains outside Shengjing. It was still the result of Your Majesty's kindness.