Wu Qing's fox-like eyes suddenly contracted, her pretty face showing a trace of pallor, her fingers clenched tightly on her sleeves.
This needle... how did it end up in Ji Jiuli's hands?!
On the way here, Wu Qing also felt a trace of trepidation in her heart. The primary goal of sending the Shadow Slave to assassinate this time was to kill that foreign lowborn. If Ji Jiuli was gravely injured and on the brink of death, naturally, she wouldn't miss this excellent opportunity and must give him the final blow!
If Ji Jiuli was not gravely injured, the Shadow Slave would act according to the situation, only needing to kill that foreign female, avoiding the Wu Family from bearing the stigma of assassinating the Monarch.
Anyway, there were options at every turn.
After all, it's only a foreign female's life, a trivial matter, even if ten died, no one would dare to accuse her of a crime!
