The weirdo let out a burst of laughter: "Heh heh heh...! Consort De, who would've thought that this is how you've lived all these years, tut tut...! How pitiful, your reign as Empress Dowager is not even as good as a palace maid! A palace maid, no matter how hard or tired she is during the day, can sleep soundly at night. You? During the day, you appear noble, but at night, you rest like a dog under a dark bed."
Upon hearing her former title mentioned, the Empress Dowager suddenly lifted her head and asked in confusion: "You... who are you people?"
Weirdo: "Debt collectors."
She had killed too many people in her lifetime to seat her son on the Emperor's throne; the Empress Dowager couldn't even remember who they were.
"Debt? What debt?" The Empress Dowager dared not get up from the ground.
"Look at me and see who I am?" The weirdo sprang over to her side.
