"'Tangled up' in what? It's all because of that Ashley Bowen! She could have had a miscarriage any other time, but no, it had to be right now. Isn't it obvious she's doing this on purpose?" Sylvia Young glanced at the TV program, which was reporting that two Imperial Concubines had suffered miscarriages one after another, putting the future of the royal succession in jeopardy.
'I don't believe it. The other Imperial Concubine just had a miscarriage, and now Ashley Bowen just so happens to have one too? It must be a deliberate scheme because she can't stand the Third Prince always coming to see me, right?'
Sylvia Young gritted her teeth, suddenly standing up and walking barefoot across the cold floor toward the broken shards on the ground.
She deliberately picked up a piece of glass with her bare hand, then cried out, "Ah!"
Bright red blood trickled down her fingertip. She looked at her finger, a triumphant smile unexpectedly gracing the corner of her lips.
