Caught off guard, Julie only saw a sharp object flying towards her left face. Her face was the most precious part of her body, and without thinking, Julie's body reacted instinctively, and her left hand deftly grabbed the flying object.

The object was hard and small; it was a cleanly gnawed chicken bone, still covered in oil. Julie disgustedly threw the bone away, but then realized something was wrong. Her heart sank, and cold sweat broke out uncontrollably on her forehead, large beads quickly smearing her face.

The air seemed to freeze; you could hear her own breathing and her rapid heartbeat.

My usually quick-witted mind was now stuck as if glued shut, unable to turn, and my throat felt stuck too, unable to utter a single word.

The king's gaze grew colder and colder, like a knife as he stared at Julie, his face grim. The queen watched coldly, secretly pleased with herself, having finally turned the tables on him.

"Julie, wasn't your left hand supposed to be completely still? It seems quite flexible to me!"

The Queen broke the silence with a sarcastic tone. Just now, Julie had played the victim to win the King's favor, saying that she couldn't move her left hand and needed help eating and using the toilet. The King had felt sorry for her and generously rewarded the wretched woman with a bunch of gifts.

Hmph, she'll slap that bitch in the face for every single word she uttered before. She's been holding back for ten years, and today she's going to get her revenge.

Julie was sweating even more, and her makeup was all smudged, turning her into a mess of white and black, making her look incredibly ugly.

"I...I really am in a lot of pain. I was barely holding on by enduring the pain, and now it hurts so much." Julie weakly held her left hand, her expression pained, hoping to cover it up.

The queen sneered, "Does it hurt that much? Let me see!"

As she spoke, she stood up, walked to Julie, looked at her coldly, and reached out to grab Julie's left hand. Julie subconsciously took a few steps back, and the Queen said coldly, "Why are you backing away? Are you afraid I'll inspect you?"

The king's face darkened further, and he snapped, "Julie!"

Julie dared not move, her heart filled with anxiety. Since entering the palace, everything had gone smoothly for her, and everything she did had been successful. Today was the biggest crisis of her life. What should she do?

At this moment, she regretted killing Ji Wuxin. With her grandmother's skills, the king would definitely be afraid and dare not touch her. But now it was no use to regret it. The person was already dead. Julie bit her lip and watched helplessly as the queen pressed on her 'wound'.

"Hiss..."

Julie cried out in pain, her body trembling. Ye Qingqing sneered; her acting was indeed top-notch.

The Queen had a maid bring scissors, which cleanly and efficiently cut away the gauze, revealing Julie's 'wound'. Her smooth arm was covered in red paint, which explained why the gauze was stained red, but even the ghost's wound was nowhere to be seen.

Julie tried to pull her hand back, but the Queen quickly grabbed it and held it high so that everyone could see it clearly, including the King.

The king's face darkened instantly, and he gritted his teeth as he asked, "Julie, what's going on?"

How dare she fool him? Is this his good daughter?

“Father…I…I…I’m afraid of pain…” Julie knelt on the ground, sobbing and crying, looking pitiful.

The Queen sneered, "Didn't you say before that you were willing to cut off your entire arm for His Majesty? Now, all I want is a little bit of your flesh, yet you lied and almost got His Majesty into trouble. What are your true intentions?"