"You're courting death, aren't you? How dare you spew such nonsense there. I am Imperial Consort Dugu. Do you believe that with just one word from me, I could have your head chopped off?"
Imperial Consort Dugu's face was gloomy.
Mo Qianqian, however, appeared nonchalant, leisurely seating herself on Imperial Consort Dugu's favorite couch and picking up a string of crystal clear purple grapes to eat slowly.
"Feng Xiangxue, you may deceive others, but you cannot deceive me. Do you think that with Lord Hua dead you can cover the sky with one hand and do as you please? You took Dongfang Li to Dacang Mountain and even sought to assist him in becoming the New Emperor. Moreover, you were intimate with him. Do you realize that having a clandestine affair with a Prince—if the news got out—would be enough for you to be put to death a hundred times over?"
"Wretch, you're still spouting nonsense. Guards! Execute her by beating."
Imperial Consort Dugu said coldly.
