Liu Qiao'er trembled as she approached to pay her respects, her son hiding fearfully behind her.
"Xun'er is young and has offended Consort Shu. I beg Your Highness not to take it to heart." Liu Qiao'er bowed deeply, her fear of Lu Xuan evident.
In her past life, Liu Qiao'er and Lu Xuan had fought tooth and nail, only for Liu Qiao'er to be outmaneuvered by Lu Xuan, losing the emperor's favor, her child, and her family's standing.
This time around, Liu Qiao'er had chosen to live quietly, avoiding the spotlight. Yet Lu Xuan remained as formidable as ever, scheming against other imperial consorts until they, too, lost the emperor's affection. Even the noble-born empress was no match for her.
What a terrifying woman.
Liu Qiao'er trembled like a startled bird, not daring to raise her eyes to Lu Xuan, beads of cold sweat forming on her forehead.
