Could It Be That The Princess Had Passed On Some of Her Good Luck To You?

Ye Siming glanced at Gu Yihan.

His voice was cold and carried the unique hoarseness of youth.

"Song Quan had already said in court that he wanted to send the princess to the icehouse. I think the so-called monks' claims have something to do with him as well.

"When I saw him bring troops into the palace this morning, I guessed that this matter had something to do with him with regards to sending the princess away from the capital."

Ye Siming took a deep breath and looked at Gu Yihan steadily. "Your Majesty, the princess can't be sent away. She won't be bewitched by the demon fox. I'm willing to swear on it with my life."

The more Gu Yihan listened, the more satisfied he felt.

He finally smiled brightly. "Alright, alright, alright. Marquis Yongye, I didn't misjudge you!"

Gu Yihan approached Ye Siming and whispered a few words in his ear.

Ye Siming frowned. "Really?"