"Concubine Ning, what do you mean by this?" The Empress deliberately went along with Concubine Ning's words, still afraid that Concubine Ning wouldn't bring up the matter.
"What I mean? Shouldn't Your Majesty the Empress be even more aware? Right after Your Majesty left, the Imperial Doctor came to take a peace pulse, and he smelled a very strong scent of musk, which is something my chamber would not have had if the Empress had not been here."
Concubine Ning cried pitifully, her tears streaming down like rain, "Your Majesty, you must stand up for me, for our Prince."
The Empress sneered coldly, "Concubine Ning, I thought you were only capable of coquettish charm to bewitch His Majesty; I never realized you were so scheming to even dare to frame me?"
Clutching the Emperor's hand in a grievance that knew no bounds, Concubine Ning said, "Your Majesty, my Prince died in an unclear and unjust way, Your Majesty."
