Clatter—
The tea cup in the Princess Consort's hand fell to the ground, shattering the expensive ice-patterned porcelain into pieces, the cool fragrance of tea wafting through the air.
The Princess Consort narrowed her eyes, her gaze sharp as a blade sweeping over Zhang Yue's frail figure: "Zhang Yue, do you know the severe consequences of slandering others?"
Without hesitation, Zhang Yue produced a few partially burned letters, mixing truth with lies: "Princess Consort, I dare not speak falsely. Back when Shen Wei and I were both maids, she had already secretly pledged her love to a young man.
Even after becoming the Prince's concubine, Shen Wei continued to maintain ties with that man. She often sent Nanny Rong to deliver love letters and boots to him. Shen Wei, who now belongs to the Prince, still sends boots to another man—this is highly improper behavior."
