"Then... who is it exactly?"
The Empress was completely bewildered. In the Imperial Palace, everyone was a hidden expert. They pretended to be docile like little rabbits, but when it mattered, they'd ruthlessly stab you in the back. Apart from Noble Consort Wang, the Empress truly didn't know who else wanted her dead.
The Old Palace Maid didn't speak clearly, simply replied ambiguously, "The one with the most power in the Imperial Palace sent me to end you."
After saying that, she took out a small bottle and a piece of white silk from her bosom, placing them before the Empress and said ominously, "Empress, if you know what's best, choose one yourself. Handle it yourself. If I were to do it, being a rough person, my hand won't be gentle."
The Empress didn't take in a single word; her mind kept replaying the words the Old Maid had just said — that the one with the most power in the palace wanted her dead. Her face suddenly turned ghostly pale.
