"A strategist, you say? Let's see how far you can go with that pride of yours," the empress snarled. "Bring in the witnesses!" she ordered.
The giant doors creaked open. The room seemed to cease its breath as three servants marched in, their eyes lowered to the ground, their steps hesitant. It was a woman and two men.
"Greetings, Empress…" They bowed, and Empress Zhou Wangqing actually smiled at the servants. The sight of her stretched lips made Liang Chen's own curve, and his stomach churn.
"Speak," her commanding voice echoed, and the servants fell to their knees, tears streaming down their faces like cheap perfume.
"We… we mean no offense to the Consort. However, we saw the consort order the flogging of two council ministers and also push the betrothed of the Crown Prince!"
Liang Chen turned to Ji Mingyuan, but the stone-cold devil was barely paying attention. "What is he thinking?" he thought but kept quiet and observed the show.
