The young Emperor rubbed his nose at her words, his gaze subtly flicking to Princess Ata's recently injured chest.
Princess Ata instantly felt an overwhelming urge to find a hole and crawl into it.
"Princess Ata, you were recently injured and on the brink of death, yet you insisted on seeing Us. For what matter?"
Princess Ata hurriedly rose to her feet, her body trembling precariously. The slightest movement drained all color from her face, leaving it deathly pale.
"Sit, sit and speak!"
The young Emperor quickly waved his hand, gesturing for her not to stand.
Princess Ata complied and sat back down.
"Your Majesty, the incident over a month ago, concerning the theft of the Altar at the border of Nanjiang and Great Han and the attempt to strike at Great Han's national fortune—it's all a misunderstanding!"
Princess Ata, dispensing with any preamble, directly tried to shift the blame.
