Qi Zhu staggered backward, unable to let Zheng Nianru in either, clutching the corner of Zheng Nianru's robe with one hand.
Zheng Nianru couldn't move and turned her head to glare at Qi Zhu, who then dared not pull any harder.
"Empress, Empress, please have mercy for the sake of the deceased Qi Ling—don't make it difficult for your subordinate," Qi Zhu's voice was low. The current Emperor was not as easy to serve as before, taking all the blame on himself. If it weren't for the sleep-inducing ingredients added to his medicine, the Emperor would surely stay awake tirelessly, striving to break free from the predicament before him.
Zheng Nianru suddenly fell silent. Nanny Yun and the others had just come in, and upon hearing the name Qi Ling, they were instantly so frightened they dared not move—a completely inappropriate time to bring him up, his death had deeply grieved the Empress.
"Empress, this servant deserves to die—" Realizing something, Qi Zhu quickly knelt down.
