It would be better to agree first, lull them into a false sense of security, and make them think they've been taken advantage of.
While she was pondering, Empress Dowager Du spoke coldly, her tone revealing impatience: "Jiang Luoluo, don't think that just because I made you the Princess Consort of Prince Yi, you can put on airs in front of me."
She waved to Rong Momo, who immediately brought over a tray with a small porcelain cup on it. The liquid inside was as black as ink and exuded a chilling aura.
Empress Dowager Du's tone was chilling: "I'll give you two choices. Either agree to let Anrou enter the palace as a concubine, or drink this poison and come to me every month for the antidote."
Jiang Luoluo's heart sank suddenly.
It was both the crushing power of the emperor and the relentless coercion that left no room for maneuver.
She was nothing more than an insignificant pawn, having no say in the affairs of these true strategists.
She frowned, her gaze resolute, and slowly spoke: "Your Majesty, I have always cherished my life. As you know, my brother and I depend on each other for survival, and we are the only two left to live in this world."
She paused slightly, seemingly reluctantly compromising: "Since Your Majesty the Empress Dowager is willing, I will naturally comply and am willing to allow Princess Anrou to enter the mansion."
Upon hearing this, Empress Dowager Du finally showed a hint of satisfaction on her face.
Today, her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. Now, she could report back to the Prince of Yan.
She narrowed her eyes and asked again, "What about Prince Yi?"
Jiang Luoluo lowered her eyes, her expression respectful: "As for Your Highness, this humble woman will try to persuade you."
Empress Dowager Du smiled with satisfaction: "Indeed, I was right about you."
On the way back to the manor, the night was quiet and a cold wind was blowing. Dingdang hurriedly handed the hand warmer to Jiang Luoluo's side. Jiang Luoluo curled up next to the hand warmer, but her heart was cold.
Dingdang knew that her young mistress was in trouble, so she quietly stayed by her side.
Jiang Luoluo hugged her knees, deeply feeling that once you're in the game, you have no autonomy anymore.
Empress Dowager Du only needed to casually assert her imperial power, and she would have no choice, not even the room to refuse.
She once again experienced the helplessness of being cannon fodder.
In this vortex of power struggles, she was like an ant being crushed at will.
She could be shattered to pieces if someone just moved a finger.
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