Seeing Tang Yu quickly kneel down, Sui Wanhe was taken aback and hurriedly explained.

"Yes, Father, I often ask Tang Yu for advice on painting, and he is loyal to you. It's impossible for him to have done such a thing."

Hearing his daughter also speaking up for Tang Yu, Sui Gaomiao frowned slightly, his gaze falling on Tang Yu, his sharp eyes seeming to pierce through one's Divine Soul.

When the emperor is angry, rivers of blood flow.