This voice, far too gentle and soft, seemed somewhat out of place in the Taiji Palace, which had just been the site of a fierce debate; moreover, this voice had hardly been heard during the debate, so when it suddenly arose, it felt somewhat unfamiliar.
But immediately, the universal compassion subtly embedded in the gentleness made everyone realize who this voice belonged to.
Shang Ruyi suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.
Slowly turning her head, she saw a tall and graceful figure slowly step out from among the ranks. That incomparably handsome face bore the usual faint, gentle smile. Although dark clouds weighed heavily outside, the moment he appeared, it was as if a gentle breeze swept through, instantly dispelling a trace of anxiety from everyone's hearts.
It was Yu Wenqian.
Seeing him speak, Yu Wenye couldn't help but frown slightly.
Even Yu Wenquan probably didn't expect him to speak up, and for a moment, he seemed a bit stunned, "Qian'er, you mean—"
