The events of that night, under Chu Feiyan's hoarse accusations, were brought to light for all the world to see!
Prince Yu tried to interrupt several times, but Chu Qianli stopped him.
Although Chu Feiyan's words were intermittent, at least she made the matter clear and understandable.
She had been defiled by Lan Fan, and it was her own father who had sent her out to appease Lan Fan.
Even his own daughter could be used as a tool. Did Prince Yu have any humanity left?
"Feiyan, do you know what you are saying? Has someone instigated you? Is it..."
"No one instigated me! It is your own actions that have ruined me like this!"
Chu Feiyan finally gritted her teeth, glaring fiercely at her father, tears streaming down her face. "I never dreamed that my father, who doted on me for over a decade, would one day destroy my life in such a way!"
Upon hearing this, Chu Lingyang couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, wishing he could protect this niece under his wing and guard her well.
The Feiyan of the past was indeed spoiled and willful, a headache to deal with.
But she was ultimately just a pampered child.
And the Feiyan of today, after suffering such a great ordeal, had lost all semblance of life.
It was truly heartbreaking to see.
"Eldest Brother, you... you are truly a disgrace to fatherhood!" Chu Lingyang said with deep sorrow.
"This King..." Prince Yu clenched his fist, wanting to argue, but at this moment, he couldn't even utter a single word of defense.
Lan Fan, however, remained expressionless.
He glanced at Feng Yexuan, who was sitting behind the curtain, then withdrew his gaze and fixed it on Chu Feiyan, who stood beside Chu Qianli.
"Princess Feiyan."
Lan Fan's voice was always clear and gentle, like an uncarved jade.
Such a voice, such a countenance, carrying the purity and cleanliness of the Lan clan, made it impossible to imagine that his heart was so filthy.
He looked at Chu Feiyan and said calmly, "Princess Feiyan, if everything you say is true, do you have the courage to look at me when you speak?"
"If your conscience is clear, why have you not dared to look at me from beginning to end?"
"That is because if she were to look at you, she would inevitably be controlled by your illusionary arts."
A clear and gentle voice suddenly came from the entrance of the great hall.
"Lan'er?" Prince Ling never expected that the person following Yang Xun would be his wife.
"Consort Ling?"
The officials murmured amongst themselves. What was going on?
This was the imperial court, how could Consort Ling even be here?
Lan Fan's brow furrowed. He seemed to recognize this voice.
He turned, about to say something.
Unexpectedly, the moment he turned, he froze completely.
The person who entered was... it was her... it was her!
"Qing'er..."
"Lan Fan, do you still remember me? Do you remember the child in my womb?"
The woman walked slowly, her flat abdomen seemingly bulging little by little.
It was as if... as if there was truly a child within her...
Lan Fan recoiled in fear, his usually gentle and jade-like expression long gone.
"Qing'er, you... you are not dead? How could you..."
"Yes, wasn't I killed by you? Stabbed to death by your sword along with the child in my womb, wasn't I?"
The woman approached him step by step.
"To cover up your crimes, to prevent the world from knowing your transgressions, you not only killed the woman you were supposed to marry, but also your own child!"
"I... I... no..."
The woman suddenly cried out, "You didn't even spare your own child! Lan Fan! Are you even human? Why are you so cruel?"