Wufu had thought Empress Song was a thief who wouldn't give up, but she hadn't expected her to be so foolish, using the last path to hide her identity for nothing good, only to come and die for revenge!
Should she call her mad or reckless, or simply not knowing her limits?
But on second thought, if it were her, and the opponent had killed her child, annihilated her family and loved ones, she too would give her life to drag the opponent into hell.
Thinking this way, Wufu no longer dwells on the stupidity or wisdom of Empress Song; it's all personal choice. At worst, she'll make sure she dies swiftly and end this troublesome matter.
"Inform the prince. He can act now," Wufu said. "Have Xiao Qi stick close to the Crown Prince, protect him from harm."
Mo Lan nodded and quickly departed.
Wufu glanced at the opera stage and waved her hand into the air, signaling to a shadow hidden in the darkness: "Princess Consort."
