"Someone come." The Empress commanded, and Feng Qihe entered with two eunuchs.
"Mother, what's the matter?" He had been on guard outside all night and hadn't left for a single step.
Seeing him now, the Empress felt somewhat comforted.
A husband may not truly belong to oneself, but a son always will.
Only a son would truly care about her.
She was resolute in making her son rise step by step to the zenith of mankind!
She would never let the son of Consort Rong trample over her own son!
"Take these two Palace Maids down and beat them to death with sticks."
"What?" Chu Qianli, who had been tidying up, suddenly raised her head and stared at her: "What crime have they committed?"
The two Palace Maids, though trembling, seemed to already know their fate.
Both were only crying, not daring to speak, not even to beg for mercy.
From the moment they entered and saw the filth and disorder of the bed to when they began to clean up, their faces had already turned ashen.
"Empress!"
