Zhao Liangren's heart pounded like a drum. Her face was deathly pale as she sat kneeling on the bed like a puppet, cold sweat trickling down her cheeks.
Song Yunzhao watched her and thought, 'She has so little nerve, yet she still got involved with Zhao Ling'e. Now she's scared herself into this state. She has no one to blame but herself.'
"I will give you a chance. As long as you tell me everything, I will let bygones be bygones. In the future, should His Majesty grant promotions throughout the harem, I will not hold back your advancement. If you can perform a meritorious deed, I will report it to His Majesty truthfully. However, if you insist on being foolish, then you will have to face the consequences alone."
"I'll talk! I'll talk!" Zhao Liangren had been terrified recently. She had nightmares every night and could never rest peacefully, constantly afraid that the Imperial Concubine would suddenly send her guards to drag her away and dispose of her.
