Jiang Ning gestured at him, "Aren't you afraid this will reach the ears of your Emperor Father?"
"Do you think I wouldn't dare to say this to his face? Why do you think my concubine mother was unhappy her entire life, turning a cold shoulder to him? Because from the day she entered the palace, she knew she was nothing more than a shadow of Lin Zizi."
"But after your concubine mother's death, the Emperor's grief was real, for all to see."
"Do you understand what I'm trying to say? I've never said the Emperor Father didn't love the concubine mother. But he loved her as if she was Lin Zizi, not because of who she was. Do you understand? In his heart, concubine mother replaced Lin Zizi and became his favorite. His favorite died of course he was sad. If your pet cat died, wouldn't you be upset too?"
"There's no need to compare your concubine mother to a cat."
"The person is dead, whether I compare her or not, what difference does it make."
