The gorgeous Ghost Concubine from before was so jealous her eyes were red. She clutched her embroidered handkerchief and sneered, "Hmph! Let's hope she doesn't die in his bed!"
The Ghost Concubine had once been the Rakshasa King's favorite, but she hadn't received Sha's favor again since the last time she'd warmed his bed. Yue Ji, who was always at odds with her, was eager to rub salt in the wound. Covering her mouth, she giggled. "The Venerable King has lived for hundreds of thousands of years without a single child. What he wants most is an heir!"
"Don't even think about stealing him away, Ghost Concubine. During Rou Ji's fertile period, the King is sure to keep her in his chambers."
"If Rou Ji truly conceives the King's heir, her rise to Queen Ghost will be meteoric. Then, she couldn't die even if she wanted to!"
