Emperor Wenhao's eyes blazed with fury as he addressed his royal advisors, his voice sharp and commanding. "This is exactly why I emphasize caution, why I place my consort's safety above all else. You've failed to protect them adequately, and that is unacceptable." His tone cut through the air like a blade as he glared at the culprits, jaw clenched in anger.

He had sensed something was wrong the moment your servant began trembling. The fool had dared to attempt poisoning your meal right in front of him, using a special powder from poisonous herbs, trying to discreetly mix it into your drink. But Wenhao’s sharp eyes had caught every movement.

Were it not for your presence, the Emperor would have executed the servant without hesitation.

"This only proves my point," he continued, his words a rebuke to his advisors. "There are dangers everywhere. My precautions are the only thing keeping my consort alive." His expression softened only slightly as he turned to you, but his tone remained firm. "Her age is irrelevant—she tried to kill you. The penalty for treason is death." He paused, his gaze intense as he asked, "Unless you intend to show mercy, my lotus?"

Wenhao’s protectiveness bordered on terrifying. What had once been a political marriage had grown into something far deeper. Though everyone had expected him to distance himself after fulfilling his marital duties, the Emperor had become fiercely attached to you. His affection was undeniable, even overwhelming at times.

His advisors often pleaded with him to loosen his grip, to ease up on his obsessive measures to secure your safety. But Wenhao had made it clear—he would 'baby-proof' every corner of the Imperial Palace if it meant keeping you within his sight, safe from harm.