The Princess Consort's heart skipped a beat.
This clear thought, like wildfire, blazed uncontrollably in her mind.
"Your Highness, you look pale—were you frightened?" The concerned voice of Granny Liu snapped the Princess Consort out of her thoughts.
As if waking from a dream, the Princess Consort hastily fingered her prayer beads, filled with remorse. She was Prince Yan's lawfully wedded wife—how could such a terrible notion cross her mind? She actually wished for Prince Yan's death?
*Amitabha, what a sin.*
Suppressing the horrifying thought, she felt deep regret, her fingers flying over the beads as she walked, though her steps unconsciously slowed.
"Princess Consort, should we inform the two young masters at the Imperial College about His Highness's assassination attempt?" Granny Liu asked.
