No matter what, the Empress of Xiliang could not believe that her only sister, the person she most trusted in this world, would conspire with the Eight Great Families to overthrow her.
She turned her head to gaze at the quilt that Li Tianfu had half pulled away, invoking her childhood nickname in a low voice: "Jiaojiao, your elder sister has something to ask you..."
Li Tianfu's palm tightened, and she responded lightly: "You can ask whatever you want, elder sister!"
The Empress of Xiliang pulled a smile at the corner of her lips, reached out to reveal the quilt, glanced at the old clothes of Lu Tianzhuo, closed her eyes, and then put the quilt back down as if she had seen nothing. Instead, she looked at Li Tianfu, whose smile was not as natural as before, trying to keep her tone calm: "Jiaojiao, do you want this throne?"
Upon hearing the Empress speak thusly, the smile on Li Tianfu's face gradually faded: "Elder sister, you already know..."
