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At Prince Yi's Mansion.
Princess Consort Yi paced back and forth in Prince Yi's study, her hands clasped in front of her, tightly wringing together.
"What should I do, what should I do?"
Her face was ashen, and she muttered nonstop, her appearance truly frightening.
"Can't you be still for a moment?"
Prince Yi looked at her with a headache, set down the book in his hand, and asked.
"How could I possibly be still? The master's envoy has arrived, he's here!" Princess Consort Yi shouted at Prince Yi.
"If he knows that I botched the job, he'll definitely chop me into pieces. By then, my lord, you won't be able to escape it either. Think of something quickly; we can't just sit here waiting for death!"
She didn't want to die; she wanted to live for many more years. How could she just die like this?
"You—"
Listening to her, Prince Yi truly felt a surge of anger stuck in his throat, nearly suffocating him.
