Wen Chuyun's face was forced to the side by the slap, and a salty, metallic taste filled her mouth.
Enduring the pain and anger, she swallowed the blood and continued, "Consort Jin, Consort Zhao is pregnant again. If she gives birth to twins this time, or even just another princess, having both a son and a daughter will only make the Emperor dote on her even more. By then, do you think you will have any foothold left in this inner court?"
"I told you to shut your mouth, are you deaf?" Jin Weige snapped, crazily lashing out with backhand and forehand slaps that landed right across Wen Chuyun's face one after another. "You are nothing more than a lowly imperial concubine, yet you dare come before this palace to watch the spectacle. You deserve to die!"
Chapter 227