But who listens to her excuses now?
Even if I told them, who would believe me? It's just that I can't say it out loud.
"Please convey my message to the Emperor: I am innocent. The Emperor accuses me of murdering the imperial heir. But who murdered my child? All I did was seek revenge for my child. Now that things have come to this, I have no regrets about dying. I only beg the Emperor to do justice for my unjustly killed child. I will be eternally grateful and have no regrets."
Qiao knelt on the ground, willing to die, only hoping that her child's father would still care about the little bit of father-son affection and avenge her child.
Su Peisheng frowned, but this Qiao family member was self-aware enough not to ask to see the emperor in person.
"Enough with the nonsense." Su Peisheng gestured for two maids carrying trays to come forward.
Qiao stood up, his hands lingered on the two trays for a moment, and finally picked up the wine cup, tilted his head back and drank the poisoned wine in the cup.
A moment later, Su Peisheng left Changchun Palace and went to Yangxin Hall to report back.
Changchun Palace originally had no main seat, so Su Peisheng did not go to the main hall to greet him.
Meanwhile, Consort Mao, the mistress of Xianfu Palace behind Changchun Palace, sat in a small Buddhist hall, fiddling with a string of sandalwood prayer beads in her hand. She opened her eyes, looked at the compassionate Bodhisattva in front of her with a sorrowful gaze, and sighed softly, "Another wronged soul."
"Where in the palace can you find room for selfish desires? Who doesn't live with hatred in their heart? Who can get what they want? They're just barely clinging to life."
The palace maid Yu Cui said, "Why is Your Highness so sad? That Qiao Shi seems kind-hearted, but she is so insidious that she dared to plot against the Imperial Noble Consort's child. No wonder the Emperor is furious. Even I am trembling with fear when I hear about it."
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