Understanding Xue Wanjun's plan, Beauty Zhao felt a cold fear take over her, and turned to plead, "Ye Ying, you actually don't need me at all, I'm just a burden to you..."
Ye Ying laughed softly, cutting off Beauty Zhao's words, "Master Zhao, your role is significant. You're so clever, how could you not have guessed?"
Upon hearing this, Beauty Zhao's last shred of luck shattered, and she sternly questioned, "Why, why must Consort put me to death, why!"
Ye Ying snorted coldly, ignoring her. For Ye Ying, Xue Wanjun wanting someone dead needed no justification.
As for Xue Wanjun, it was better to mistakenly kill than to let go. Since that ancient beauty formula was offered by Beauty Zhao, it didn't matter if she designed it or not. The most important thing was she wanted her to share her grave!
