Consort Wan dumbly looked at Ji Ruyan, yet, in her heart, she began to weigh her options.
"If my son truly does not vie for the throne, what if Empress Gu's son ascends? Then where would that leave my son and me alive?"
The very thought made her unwilling all over again.
"It's easy for you to say, not feeling the pain while standing and talking. Living in the depths of the palace, danger lurks everywhere. To protect my son's life and my own, I have no choice but to compete!"
Ji Ruyan sneered, "Protect your life and the Prince's? Then let me ask you, when Yuanzhao was staying at Prince Yan Mansion, how did he get in your way that you went as far as to poison him? He couldn't harm you the slightest bit!"
"Consort Jing has returned, and she most certainly will not spare me! And it is on him that she relies! So, he must die!"
Consort Wan didn't bother to hide it anymore; the hatred on her face was unmistakably revealed, ferocious like a malicious spirit, repulsive to behold.
