Gu Lan's heart skipped a beat, and she slowly asked, "If I don't have poison, how do you plan to kill Rong Jing?"
Empress Su Zhixue, neither possessing power nor favor, wouldn't have met today's Lin He if she didn't know him.
The woman's lips were pale; she slowly raised an arm, carefully examining the round, translucent Bodhi Buddha Beads in her hand, as if she were seeing the delicate white of her palm.
To Gu Lan, her hands seemed flawless, but in Su Zhixue's own eyes, they were stained crimson.
"Actually, ever since Qian Ruohua and the Empress Dowager died, many affairs in the harem have fallen to me. I'm no longer that Su Zhixue who was powerless before anything, who couldn't even influence her daughter's marriage. Hanging myself as a bet—one death is enough..."
As Su Zhixue continued, her gentle voice slowly faded.
She recalled when Su Xinyu suddenly betrothed Miaoyan, and she could only watch helplessly as her daughter was ruined.
