Jiang Yichun narrowed his eyes, exuding a deadly aura. This Ling Xue was truly audacious, daring to play tricks right under his nose.
Tang Yin's face also turned cold; this Ling Xue was too clever for her own good!
"I dare not, it's just that lately Her Majesty has been repeatedly saying that she harmed Prince Xi, fearing that he won't grow up, and we maids have often comforted her, but with little effect," Ling Xue said.
Depression can indeed be like this, where a small negative emotion can be infinitely magnified, such as the death of the Empress Dowager or the curse on Prince Xi.
"I've tasked you to protect Concubine Le; weren't you supposed to report this to me?" Tang Yin's face grew even darker.
Ling Xue bowed and knocked her head, "It was my oversight, but Her Majesty instructed not to trouble Your Majesty, and I feared disobeying her displeasure."
