"She took her own life. If she died, the empress couldn't be blamed," Yuwen Jing glanced at the person lying on the ground, his brows cold and stern, the thin corners of his lips pressed tightly, "It would be better if she were dead."
Imperial Physician Liu, who had served for many years in the Imperial Hospital, had heard a lot of things but always kept them to himself.
This was the first time he felt a chill run through his body when hearing His Majesty's words.
Emperors have always been heartless; this saying wasn't wrong.
"Someone, take Concubine Ye to Bieyun Pavilion," Yuwen Jing commanded indifferently, withdrawing his gaze from Ye Shaohua, "So she doesn't bring bad luck to Huashang by dying here."
Bieyun Pavilion, although the name sounded poetic, everyone present knew that it was the Cold Palace.
"Older brother, this treatment of Concubine Ye isn't very good, is it?" Yuwen Zhe, who still remained calm and continued to drink amidst the gore, furrowed his brows.
