Medora.
Feng Zhiwei sighed before climbing to her feet and stepping outside. As she had expected, Medora was running around in the front palace, hair scattered and dress askew, barely escaping the grips of a group of sweating guards.
Clearly her years in King's Court had lent her some power and the guards did not dare harm her, so she was able to run around and shriek all she wanted.
"I saved the King! I have nothing! You can't do this to me!" Medora ran around hysterically before spotting Feng Zhiwei. "Feng Zhiwei you bitch! It was you! You entrapped me! Just kill me! Kill me…"
"Alright." Feng Zhiwei easily agreed, staring down from atop a few stairs, her hands clasped behind her back. "You want to die? That's easy!"
Feng Zhiwei gestured for Hua Qiong to approach, and the pregnant woman smirked as she tossed three objects onto the ground.
A dagger; a white silk band; and a medicinal bottle.
