Shen Wei smiled and affectionately wrapped her arms around Li Yuanjing's neck, speaking with unwavering confidence: "With Your Majesty here, what need does this humble consort have for ambition?"
Her words were filled with complete reliance and trust in Li Yuanjing.
Warmth blossomed in Li Yuanjing's heart.
His Weiwei always depended on him like this.
After a while, Li Yao returned from the side hall. Li Yuanjing informed her that he would not depose the empress and would spare her life.
Li Yao's pale face instantly brightened with joy, her eyes brimming with tears: "This child thanks Father Emperor."
Li Yao had grown noticeably thinner these days, her cheeks nearly hollow. Li Yuanjing motioned for her to come closer, and upon seeing her up close, her face was ashen, her eyes swollen and red.
Clearly, she had been crying for a long time.
Li Yuanjing comforted her: "Go back and eat properly. From now on, no more tears."
His tone was uncharacteristically tender.
