Zhao Tang, however, turned pale and said, "How could we ordinary people know so much about what happens in the palace? But the couple did bring a wheelchair."

If someone doesn't need a wheelchair, why would a perfectly healthy person bring a wheelchair along when they go sightseeing?

Zhao Meier's heart skipped a beat: "Isn't that Madam Zhu's wish to sit?"

Zhao Tang didn't want to argue with her about these things. He stood up anxiously and paced around the room. After a few moments, he questioned Zhao Meier: "Think again, what else have you done that offended someone?"

Zhao Meier was displeased to see him treating her like a criminal, and pouted, saying, "What did I do? It was all your fault for stirring things up. Don't you know that yourself?"

Zhao Tang was speechless for a moment before he said urgently, "You still have the mind to argue with me about these things? Don't you think that if it really is the Prince of Qin and his wife, the entire Zhao family will be in deep trouble?"

The King of Qin was no benevolent man to be trifled with!

Zhao Meier was startled by him, her eyes reddened, and she began to feel afraid: "What should we do? They didn't say anything during the day, they wouldn't hold a grudge against ordinary people like us, would they?"

"How could I possibly understand the thoughts of these powerful people? Their killings aren't entirely based on their mood."

After thinking it over, Zhao Tang finally said, "Tomorrow, you will come with me and bring generous gifts to apologize."

Zhao Meier felt ashamed to face anyone after thinking about what had happened during the day. Now she had to apologize, which was tantamount to peeling off her own face and throwing it on the ground for others to step on.

She wasn't willing; she was still clinging to a sliver of hope.

Seeing Zhao Tang's anxious face and recalling the various horrifying rumors about the King of Qin, she could only swallow her tears in humiliation and say, "I understand."