"I can go with the flow, but I never stir up trouble or seek it, but if anyone dares to threaten my status, then I will make her vanish without a trace, her soul scattered and her body without a place for burial."
When Empress Qiao said this, she still wore a smile, and no one would have thought that such murderous words would come from someone with a smiling face.
"Em... Empress..."
Pang Shuangyue collapsed to the ground, her face full of terror and despair.
Empress Qiao glanced at her lightly, reached out her hand, and gently stroked her chin.
"What's wrong? So despondent, don't be, cheer up! Isn't it just a ruined face? Look, this is the Jade Dew Ointment, specifically for treating scars. Apply it morning and night after you go back. It might not restore you completely, but nine-tenths recovery is still possible!"
A box of ointment appeared in Empress Qiao's hand.
"Ah, such a pity for such a beautiful face, take it, rest assured, your foster mother won't harm you."
