Bai Ruozhu chuckled coldly, "How can one tolerate others snoring by their couch? Not to mention the entire Imperial Palace, isn't the whole Danliang Country the Emperor's?"
The Emperor's face alternated between shades of green and red; he understood Bai Ruozhu's meaning—that the palace was his domain of power, and could he not handle things himself? At that moment, he wished desperately to chop off this woman's head, but, thinking of the unconscious Consort Yue, he had to swallow his anger.
"If the detoxification is delayed for several months, might Consort Yue suffer any lingering illness?" After a long while, the Emperor suppressed his anger and returned to a state of composure.
"This humble concubine dares not guarantee anything; it will depend on the situation. I can only assure you that I will do my utmost to treat Consort Yue," Bai Ruozhu responded.
