Just as Su Rong said, the venom of Zhenui Yin was both powerful and formidable. In merely the duration of a single incense stick burning, the person on the ground who delivered the pen turned slowly into a puddle of black blood, even the bones were completely dissolved.
Imperial Concubine Zhen looked on, her face deathly pale. If not for Su Rong's discernment, she would now be the pool of black water on the ground.
Someone brought a new set of paper and pen, which underwent layer upon layer of inspection before it was handed over to Imperial Concubine Zhen.
Imperial Concubine Zhen sat before a table in the prison cell and started writing her confession. She wrote in detail, chronicling all her deeds over the years. At the same time, the names of those she implicated, one by one, were also clearly confessed.
Yan Huisheng and Su Rong patiently waited. It took an entire hour for Imperial Concubine Zhen to finish writing, producing a thick stack of paper in the process.
