"That bitch! I don't know what kind of spell she cast on the Prince, but his heart is entirely set on her now. Zheng'er, you must think of something. We can't go on like this! She has to die!"
Side Consort Qing's face was twisted and maniacal; anger and jealousy had long since devoured her reason. Right now, she only wanted Shen Qingyan dead—preferably without a burial site.
She clenched her fist and slammed it against the table with a loud *bang*, making Zheng'er's heart leap to her throat and causing her scalp to tingle.
Chapter 58