Chapter 74

Weimo lowered her head, staring at the fragment of porcelain stained by her own blood. "I would not dare, Your Ladyship." She had long known that Imperial Noble Consort De wanted her dead; the murderous glint in that woman’s eyes back at Renming Palace had made that perfectly clear. In her previous life, while Imperial Noble Consort De had certainly disliked Su Wanzhao, it was a simple, shallow aversion, lacking this level of intensity. But now, she could feel it: the Imperial Noble Consort hated her, hated her with such vehemence that her teeth ached from it—much like Wen Qingyu. They both believed she had stolen Zhao Yan away. Now that Wen Qingyu was locked up in Shuanghua Courtyard, the Imperial Noble Consort naturally assumed she was the one pulling the strings. Little did they know that Zhao Yan had been reborn as well; she didn't need to do anything at all.