"You've been made a scapegoat..."
Outside the main hall of Kunning Palace, Liu Yu carefully applied the medicinal oil he carried with him to Chen Qing's burned eyes.
"I understand..." Chen Qing responded softly.
He had actually been prepared for this. That's how it is for the weak. When trouble arises, whether they are right or wrong, whether they can benefit or even survive, it all depends on the mood of the powerful.
At this moment, that powerful person was in a very bad mood. He himself had suffered an undeserved misfortune, but what could he do? Who could blame them for being powerful?
"Do you have any ideas?" Liu Yu asked as he applied the medicine.
"The Fox Demon is no fool..." Chen Qing stood up, looking at those trembling palace maids: "She deliberately humiliated the deceased Empress's body to disturb His Majesty's emotions. But by angering His Majesty so, isn't she afraid that, in His rage, he would kill everyone here?"
