Su Xue numbly attended to Chuzheng's bath and dressed her.
Then she opened all the windows for ventilation.
The fragrance was faint, although it could suppress the smell, if any elder in the palace sensed it, they might still discern something.
Su Xue lit another type of incense.
"Empress Dowager, doing this is very dangerous."
"What's there to fear." Chuzheng didn't care much: "At worst, I won't be the Empress Dowager."
"..."
Su Xue wanted to say, it wasn't that easy.
But then, considering Chuzheng's recent actions.
Brazenly discussing with Your Majesty on how to frame the Regent Prince…
Su Xue secretly brought a bowl of soup at night.
"What is this?"
Chuzheng disdainfully stepped aside.
"Contraceptive Soup." Su Xue said: "You can't conceive a child."
Chuzheng: "..."
You're overthinking.
Chuzheng with a cold expression: "I won't get pregnant."
If I could get pregnant, the kids could fill a football field.
