Xia Chao felt relieved, but he didn't stay long before running to the Imperial Study to "discuss important matters" with His Majesty. He said those four words through gritted teeth.

As soon as Xia Chao left, Feng Guang immediately let go of An Mo's hand. She sat up from the bed, abandoning her weak and sickly demeanor, and gave Xia Mo a silly smile.

"Um... good afternoon."

She used "that" to describe him because she had absolutely no idea what to call him!

Baili Mo looked down at his empty hands and said nothing.

Fengguang: "..."

Brother, I don't understand what you mean if you don't say anything.

Baili Mo returned to the table, picked up a brush and wrote on a clean white paper. Feng Guang curiously got out of bed and walked to his side. He saw that the elegant and graceful words were: How is your illness?

Feng Guang shook his head. "Actually, I'm not sick. I'm faking it."

"Why?" He wrote two more words.

"I heard you were arrested for treason and will be executed soon. That's why I was thinking of this way to save you."

Upon hearing this, Baili Mo looked up at Feng Guang, but before he could write anything, Feng Guang waved his hand generously, "It's nothing, you don't need to thank me, it's only right that I saved you."

There was one more thing she didn't say: she didn't want to become a widow as soon as she transmigrated.

Baili Mofu lowered his head again and wrote with his pen, "You don't remember me."

"Uh... well..." Feng Guang scratched the back of his head embarrassedly, and after a while said, "Yes, I don't remember you. In fact, I don't remember many things. It's not just that I forgot you. Don't misunderstand."

There is no misunderstanding.

Feng Guang chuckled dryly. As the Crown Princess, she was worried that he might feel resentful because she had forgotten him. She could at least gloss over the amnesia for now. Suddenly, she remembered the important matter, "By the way, what's the story behind His Majesty's accusation that you plotted a rebellion?"

The man gave her the impression of being indifferent to worldly affairs; something as serious as rebellion shouldn't be something he would do.

Baili Mo's eyes darkened, and he wrote on the paper: "I was framed."

"Who dares to frame you?"

"Song Wuxia".

“Song Wuxia?” Feng Guang was unfamiliar with the name, so she turned to Fei Yu and asked, “Fei Yu, who is Song Wuxia?”

Just mentioning this person's name made Fei Yu tremble with fear. "Miss, Lord Song is a eunuch serving His Majesty and also the Grand Commander of the Western Depot."

"Eunuch...isn't that a eunuch?"

"Shh—!" Fei Yu put her index finger to her lips. "Miss, keep your voice down. Lord Song hates it when people use those two words to describe him. If his spies hear this, our days in the East Palace will be in trouble."

Feng Guang glanced at Baili Mo, whose expression remained unchanged, then looked at Fei Yu with a puzzled look in his eyes, "Is he really that scary? He's just a eunuch, why are you so wary of him?"

“Miss, you don’t remember!” Fei Yu’s eyes widened. “He was not only a eunuch, but also in charge of the Punishment Department for disciplining palace servants. Back then, Consort Qing, relying on His Majesty’s favor, tried to bring out her errant maid from the Punishment Department. Later, Lord Song directly imprisoned Consort Qing in the Punishment Department as well, and she hasn’t come out yet.”

"He wields so much power!?" Feng Guang looked at Baili Mo in disbelief. "He even dares to touch His Majesty's favorite concubine?"

Baili Mo nodded.