But Prince Mo was different; his fate was that of the Lone Star of Tiansha, an impression so profound that it was impossible for him to misremember.
Upon hearing this, Ya Molian's hand, holding the teacup, paused, and she lifted her eyes to glance at Suyang.
"So, what is it that the National Teacher is trying to say?"
She asked Suyang.
"Uh."
Suyang was choked by her words.
Indeed, he only harbored suspicions about the events of that year, it might not be as he imagined.
But if it really was as he thought in his heart, wouldn't it mean...
He stole a glance at Ya Molian, feeling that some things were better left unsaid, lest they bring about deadly peril.
"National Teacher, there are some matters I would still hope the National Teacher not speculate wildly about. If the emperor found out, I fear... You should be able to understand the reasoning,"
Ya Molian said slowly, with full of warning in her dark eyes.
"Yes, yes, the official understands."