The palace is deep and dark, where deaths occur daily; some rise to power, while others fall from grace. The bustling of gains and losses, such people are too many, like carp crossing the river, endless in their flow.
Thus, palace matters are only slightly mentioned in recent years, but they will be forgotten in a few more.
Events from thirty years ago are truly far, far away, so distant it leads to despair.
Many have almost forgotten these events. Now, as the old tales are retold, they cannot help but sigh.
Aunt Li Ji bows heavily, causing her forehead to bleed: "I am guilty, a useless servant! Empress Qiao threatened and bribed me, and I fell for her wicked ways, betraying my master for honor. Now, retribution has come upon me, as it should, truly as it should!"
"You old witch, don't spout nonsense and slander the Empress. You claim she threatened and bribed you; show us the evidence then?"
Yi Pin sneered, daring with certainty as Li Ji would not have evidence.
