"Princess, please do not be willful. His Majesty is doing this for your own good," a palace maid hurriedly stepped forward to support her.
Donghuang Lingling grabbed the wrist of the palace maid, her voice sharp: "Tell me, what happened during the time I was away?"
The brother is indeed not an impostor, but ever since she returned, both the Empress Dowager and the brother seemed a bit off.
Donghuang Lingling is no fool; she understood that something must have happened that she was unaware of.
If the Left Minister and his faction think that she is still that spoiled canary from the deep palace, then they are gravely mistaken.
"Princess, I really don't know anything," the palace maid shrank back in fear.
Donghuang Lingling drew out her Magic Wand, a verdant Wind Scythe swirling around her, her face exuding an intense aura of murderous intent, "Are you a person of the Left Minister, or a person of Dugu Xiu?"
