The night was as dark as ink, the wind howled, and Concubine Zhou's accusations dripped with blood in every word.
The young Li Chengzhen wailed in fear: "Mother... I'm scared..."
The Princess Consort's heart ached as if pierced by a knife. Hearing her son's cries, she was torn between sorrow and fury.
Shen Wei sighed inwardly. She stepped forward and spoke gently, "Concubine Zhou, your son's body has yet to be laid to rest. If you commit a grave mistake today, you may never see him one last time."
Li Chengming's body was temporarily placed in the back hall, still awaiting burial.
Concubine Zhou's eyes wavered.
Yes, she hadn't even seen her child's corpse...
Shen Wei continued patiently, "The child you hold in your arms is about the same age as your son. If your boy were alive, he too would be frightened to see you like this."
