Just when the attendant thought he was dead for sure, Wen Xian slowly opened his mouth and spat out two words,"Go down."
The attendant retreated as if he had been granted Amnesty.
It was not until they left the main hall of Chaoyang Palace that the attendant finally heaved a sigh of relief. He raised his sleeve to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead and let out a breath of turbid air.
The Royal concubine was really terrifying.
The moment he thought of the woman who had always been high and mighty now in such a state, the servant felt a touch of pity for Fu min.
The Royal concubine was too controlling.
This kind of love was suffocating.
..
Wen Xian put down the chopsticks in his hand, and the chopsticks made a sound that was neither light nor heavy when they hit the plate.
The palace attendants around him trembled.
What's wrong with the Royal concubine?
After a long time, a cold and clear voice sounded.
"All of you may leave."
