In the side hall of Zhao Yang Palace, Empress Xie was speaking with Qin Xiulian.
"What was the purpose of your brother arranging for you to enter the palace?" At this moment, Empress Xie did not have the gentle and approachable demeanor she had in the hunting grounds. Her gaze was sharp as she looked at Qin Xiulian, her tone cold and severe, "What are you and your brother plotting?"
Qin Xiulian lay on the bed, her face pale without a hint of color, a weak appearance that made her look pitiable. Seeing her like this, whether man or woman, would involuntarily feel compassion for her.
"Your Majesty, I do not understand what you are talking about."
Seeing Qin Xiulian feign ignorance, Empress Xie sneered coldly, "Stop pretending in front of me. Without your brother's arrangement, how could a mere daughter of Doctor Zhong San appear so conveniently before His Majesty and even save him? Speak, what are you and your brother scheming?"
