"Do you think you can get away with this?" Emperor Xuanming stood up, making him appear even more imposing, his gaze icy and cold.
Consort Yun, who had been calm, couldn't help but shiver slightly, but the minute reaction did not escape Chu Heng's notice.
Consort Yun insisted, shaking her head: "Your Majesty, I am innocent. This human skin mask was bought by someone I hired, and I dare not speak recklessly."
"Hmph, take her away." Emperor Xuanming had completely lost any desire to continue speaking.
No matter who was disguised as Consort Yun, the human skin mask on her face, along with her disfigured appearance that made it impossible to see her true visage, was not enough to prove her innocence.
What Emperor Xuanming desired was not suspicion, but results.
Consort Yun was taken into custody.
At the same time, a secret letter was sent to the Northern Region.
