That evening.
Xiao Zhanping, accompanied by the Imperial Guard, stormed into Zhao Mengyu's bedchamber.
Zhao Mengyu, shocked, looked at Xiao Zhanping and pretending to be clueless, respectfully saluted and said, "What brings Your Majesty to your servant's chamber so late at night? Is there something you need from me?"
"How audacious, Imperial Concubine! You dared to murder my son. Guards, seize her!" Xiao Zhanping ordered harshly, his face cold as ice.
The Imperial Guard stepped forward, ready to apprehend Zhao Mengyu.
Zhao Mengyu's face drastically changed, and she shouted loudly, "Your Majesty, I have always kept to my own affairs, how could I have killed the Prince? You must not accuse me of such a crime without evidence!"
"Without evidence?!" Xiao Zhanping's face turned utterly grim, "Before you die, I'll make you fully convinced of your guilt! Bring the person here!"
Saying so.
The guard brought in a palace eunuch, who appeared in Zhao Mengyu's chamber.
