The Empress's hands were steady as she slowly picked up the documents from the floor.
They detailed some matters explicitly, such as which rivals she had persecuted when she was young, which concubines she had caused to miscarry, or whom she had framed and set up.
The Empress wasn't particularly afraid in her heart. Those people were already buried bones beneath the Imperial Palace by this time, and the Emperor might not even remember their faces, let alone punish her harshly, the Empress who had been by his side for twenty years.
It was merely a shattering of the image the Emperor held of her in his heart. As she aged, she had become less favored in recent years. She didn't care about herself, only worrying that the Emperor would develop animosity toward the Crown Prince she had borne.
It wasn't until she flipped to a certain page that the Empress's hand trembled slightly when she saw that name.
