"Brother saved the Tai Hou?" Zhao Ying asked, looking at Mrs. Zhao in bewilderment.
"The Tai Hou..." Mrs. Zhao murmured.
In her mind, a scene appeared. A large group of men clad in black was in furious pursuit. The leader tore off his mask, a murderous intent on his face. "I, Fan Yuqi, acting on the Tai Hou's edict, have come to invite Dong'er to her death. Please, Dong'er, do not hold it against me."
"Concubine Zhao," Mrs. Zhao murmured, her eyes filled with complex emotions. There was a time when things between them had not reached such a dire point, but in the end, everything was changed by power and by entering Xianyang.
"Mrs. Zhao," Yan Bing reminded her with a smile, noticing her distraction. "The Royal Envoy is still waiting for you to receive the edict." He likely thought she was dazed with happiness because her son had once again performed a great service.
