The princess returns strongly, and the divorced regent is busy chasing his wife

Time passed by little by little, Fan Yao kept kneeling, his body began to tremble, and sweat dripped from his forehead.

He secretly complained in his heart, but did not dare to show it. After about half an hour, Fan Yao felt that he could not hold on any longer, and there were sharp pains in his knees and legs. At this moment, the emperor finally raised his eyes and his gaze fell on Fan Yao.

The emperor's eyes were cold and sharp, making people shudder.

Fan Yao felt an invisible pressure coming and her heart beat faster involuntarily.

The emperor slowly said, "Lord Fan, please get up." His voice was low and majestic.

Fan Yao felt relieved, dragging his numb legs and slowly standing up. Because he had been kneeling for a long time, his steps seemed a little unsteady, and he limped to the side and stood still.

The emperor continued to handle government affairs, reading through the mountain of memorials on the table.

Fan Yao stood quietly by the side, not daring to make a sound.

His eyes would occasionally glance at the emperor, observing the changes in his expression.

Finally, the emperor finished reading the last memorial, closed it gently, then raised his head and his eyes fell on Fan Yao again.

The emperor's eyes were full of scrutiny, as if he could see through all of Fan Yao's inner thoughts.

He asked calmly, "Lord Fan, do you know why I summoned you here?"

Fan Yao's heart was shaken, and various thoughts flashed through his mind. But on the surface, he pretended to be ignorant and answered with his hands folded: "I don't know..."

After hearing this, the emperor's face changed slightly, and he suddenly raised his voice and said with some anger: "Why don't you know? Are you trying to deceive the emperor?" This sudden question caught Fan Yao off guard. He was startled and knelt down again, saying in a panic: "This old minister has no such intention. Please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

Fan Yao's heartbeat became more and more intense, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He knew that the emperor's majesty could not be offended, and any mistake could bring serious consequences. At this moment, he could only try to stay calm and wait for the emperor's next instructions.

"Where is my cousin Ouyang Yi now?" The emperor said with a serious expression and a cold tone.

Fan Yao secretly speculated in his heart that the emperor summoned him into the palace this time, most likely because of Ouyang Yi's matter.

He pretended to be terrified and said timidly, "Your Majesty, the prince was rescued from the prison, but now his whereabouts are unknown. I really don't know where the prince is!"

The emperor was naturally wary of Fan Yao, the cunning old fox.

The emperor asked sternly, "I heard that you set fire to your own residence, causing the prince to die in the fire. What exactly happened?"

Facing the emperor's questioning, Fan Yao, although he had something to hide, still pretended to be innocent and said aggrievedly: "Your Majesty, there must be a treacherous villain who spread rumors in front of you, which made you misunderstand me like this."

"The fire in my mansion was actually caused by a servant accidentally knocking over a candlestick. It was definitely not an intentional arson to burn the prince to death as others say." However, his excuse seemed so weak that even he himself found it difficult to justify himself.

The emperor did not refute him, nor did he choose to believe his words. Instead, he stared at him with his sharp eyes, like two sharp swords, as if he wanted to see through his eyes into his innermost thoughts.

Fan Yao felt as if she was being stared at by a ferocious beast. She felt uncomfortable all over and lowered her head out of guilt, not daring to meet the emperor's sharp eyes.

Just when the atmosphere was tense to the point of almost freezing, the emperor spoke again: "My dear Minister Fan, I will give you one more chance. Was the prince burned to death in the Shangshu Mansion by you?" His voice was low and serious, with an unquestionable majesty.

Facing the emperor's questioning, Fan Yao was flustered, but he still gritted his teeth and insisted: "Your Majesty has indeed misunderstood me. I have never met the prince from beginning to end."

His tone was firm, as if he wanted to make the emperor believe that everything he said was true.

However, his eyes flickered unconsciously, revealing a hint of guilt and uneasiness.

As soon as he finished speaking, the emperor did not respond immediately. Instead, he was silent for a moment, and then asked coldly: "Do you dare to swear? If you lie, you will be punished by heaven and die a miserable death!" His eyes were like torches, staring at Fan Yao tightly, as if he wanted to see through his soul.

Fan Yao's heart sank when he heard the emperor's aggressive words.

He knew very well that if he did not give a satisfactory explanation today, he would probably not be able to leave the imperial study.

So he gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and said loudly: "I, the old minister Fan Yao, swear here that if I set fire to the prince to death, I will be struck by lightning and die a miserable death!" As he said that, he stretched out his finger and swore to the sky.

However, just as he finished speaking, a voice suddenly came from outside, like a bolt from the blue, scaring Fan Yao out of his wits.

The voice said coldly: "Yes... Lord Fan, then you will accept the punishment from God and will not die a good death." As the voice fell, Ouyang Yi, dressed in a black and gray brocade robe, walked slowly into the imperial study with firm and steady steps.

"You... weren't you burned to death? How come you are here?" Fan Yao looked at Ouyang Yi who walked in with horror, his eyes wide open, unable to believe what was happening before his eyes. He couldn't help but blurt out the biggest question in his mind.

Ouyang Yi walked slowly towards Fan Yao with a cold smile on his face, his eyes flashing with coldness. He said softly, "Yeah... How come you didn't burn me to death?" His voice was filled with endless ridicule and murderous intent.

Fan Yao turned pale and began to tremble uncontrollably. He stammered, "No... no... I don't know." His eyes were filled with fear and panic.

Ouyang Yi sneered, "Lord Fan is very good at joking. How could you not know that didn't you personally order the guards in your mansion to shoot arrows and burn me to death last night?" His eyes were as sharp as a knife, piercing Fan Yao's heart.

Fan Yao shook his head quickly, cold sweat dripping down his forehead. He explained in a panic: "No... no, the prince is very good at joking. I was busy putting out fires in the mansion last night and didn't see the prince at all..." He tried to cover up his crime, but his heart was filled with fear.

Ouyang Yi pressed on step by step, walked in front of Fan Yao, and looked down at him. His voice was cold and ruthless: "Do you think the emperor will still believe your lies? Lord Fan, what you did last night has made you a complete sinner!"

Fan Yao's legs went weak and he almost fell to his knees. He desperately begged for mercy: "Prince, spare my life. Don't slander me just because I disagree with your political views..." He pretended to beg for mercy, but in fact he was protesting his injustice.