Some commotion indeed stirred up on the side of the Imperial Concubine, yet no one came to inquire, even though someone was always on night duty here.
At this moment, the door was opened once more.
Covering her wound, the Imperial Concubine looked towards the doorway with despair and a glimmer of hope—she didn't want to die.
At the entrance appeared two people. Seeing them, the Imperial Concubine's face changed colors like a palette, constantly shifting.
Even the Second Prince was bewildered, what in the world was happening?
Wasn't the late Empress burned to death? The one who did it was the Imperial Concubine's secret agent, painstakingly cultivated. After setting Fengling Palace on fire, they pretended to rescue the Empress, and dived into the sea of flames, burnt alive. Thus, no matter how one investigated, the cause of the fire at Fengling Palace couldn't be uncovered.
But why wasn't the Empress dead?
The Second Prince felt something was beyond his expectations.
