The night is deep, some sleep soundly, while others are vexed.
Zhongcui Palace.
"Noble Consort, if it weren't for Zhang Fu suddenly appearing, I would have ensured Rong Heng was pierced by a thousand arrows tonight!"
A man in night clothes kneels on the ground in front of a richly dressed woman, his voice filled with unwillingness.
The collar of the man's black robe reveals the robes of an internal palace eunuch.
The woman before him is none other than Consort Qian, mother of the Second Prince.
With eyebrows raised, Consort Qian angrily throws the white jade tea cup in her hand at his face: "What good is saying this now, useless thing! The Qian Family has really wasted resources on you all!"
The man in black prostrates himself on the ground, not daring to move. The tea cup shatters, leaving several bloody marks on his face.
Frightened, he kowtows, then lifts his head to look at Consort Qian, unable to resist asking:
