Help! Why Has the Emperor Set His Sights on Me Again?

[Two male leads] Inside the Feixiang Pavilion in the imperial city, intricately carved beams and painted rafters cast mottled shadows in the candlelight.

A faint scent of dragon’s-blood incense drifted through the air, but could not conceal the tense, hostile atmosphere.

Little Longzi dropped heavily to his knees with a thud. His knees struck the cold gold bricks with a dull sound.

He clutched the hem of his clothes, his knuckles white with strain, shoulders trembling slightly as he pleaded through tears, “Consort Li, please, I beg you, spare our young heir!”

He raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, tears streaming down his face like beads from a broken string.

“Our young heir has always been frail. He caught a cold a few days ago, and he still has a fever. He truly can’t take any more. Please, have mercy and spare him!”

With that, he kowtowed again, pressing his forehead to the ground and not daring to lift his head.

Li Yanyan reclined against the cushions on her chaise longue, dressed in an exquisite brocade court robe. Golden thread embroidered a lifelike phoenix across her skirt.

At Little Longzi’s words, her brows immediately knitted together, and a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes.

She snapped, “You damned eunuch, didn’t you hear what I said?”

She abruptly sat upright and slammed her right hand down on the small table beside her. The teacup on it rattled. “I told you to stay away from me. If you dare obstruct me again, I’ll kill him right now!”