The palace concubines whispered among themselves, Xia Ruqing's expression was icy cold.
Zhao Junyao rose and slowly walked to Consort Shih Pin, gently squatting down.
"Wanxin!"
"I... gave you a chance!"
His voice was soft, like a breeze.
Yet it was cold, so cold there was no warmth at all.
Consort Shih Pin's body began trembling uncontrollably.
"Emperor!"
"Cousin!"
"I..."
She anxiously wanted to say something but was speechless.
Indeed, with indisputable evidence, what could she say?
Zhao Junyao suddenly became furious.
"Stop calling me cousin!"
"My lively and clever cousin died long ago!"
"You're nothing but a stranger with a venomous heart!"
"No!"
Consort Shih Pin began to tremble.
She dared not look up, only hurriedly extended her hand, clutching tightly to the corner of Zhao Junyao's dragon robe.
As if letting go would make her cousin leave her.
She shook with her whole body.
"Emperor!"
"I... Your servant..."
