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Some people fight tooth and nail, while others wake up one day adorned in an imperial robe, as if by destiny's will.
Soon, a palace maid from Wenrui Palace received Consort Li's order to invite Jiang Cheng and his companion inside.
Consort Li was indeed a rare beauty, fair-skinned and lovely, with a svelte figure. Her only flaw seemed to be a lack of spirit, as she appeared unwell and languid.
"Please, take a seat. What would you like to ask?"
Consort Li greeted the two juniors.
Jiang Cheng went straight for the jugular, "Noble Consort, when was the last time you shared a bed with His Majesty?"
Liang Hong's forehead vein throbbed violently, and he crazily jabbed Jiang Cheng's arm with his elbow, signaling him to stop talking, stop talking. Was that a question one could ask?
Consort Li's eyes widened slightly in surprise, and she exchanged a look with her personal maid.
"Why do you ask that?" Consort Li said.
