The Princess Consort Ling slowly looked at Xu Jing, her gaze cold and indifferent, as if Xu Jing's accusation that she was the mastermind behind everything was nothing but a trivial matter.
Nanny Lu, however, couldn't hold back her impatience, saying, "What do these matters have to do with the Imperial Concubine! You can't even provide evidence that Dongyang is the murderer, so how dare you have the gall to accuse the Imperial Concubine of being the mastermind…"
The Princess Consort Ling gently raised her hand and said in a calm voice, "I have no idea what Miss Xu is talking about. The tragic death of my son has already caused me immense harm. I heard that Miss Xu had found the murderer of my son, so I forced myself to come and listen to Miss Xu's deductions. But who would have thought… the deductions from the reputedly insightful Miss Xu would be so far-fetched and perfunctory."
As she spoke, a hint of sarcasm played on her lips.
