"Mingyue, I have received word that Wei Zhongxian has been making frequent moves lately; it seems he is plotting something..." Imperial Noble Consort Chen's voice was low, carrying an imperceptible tremor.
The bedchamber was filled with a faint scent of ambergris, yet it could not mask the heavy atmosphere in the air. My heart tightened. This old fox was truly up to no good!
I sat up straight, putting on an appearance of listening intently, while my mind was racing with frantic complaints: there is truly never a moment of rest in these palace dramas. I haven't even had a chance to catch my breath since transmigrating, and now I have to start racking my brain again!
Chapter 33