Looking at her son who was nearly choked to death, the Princess Consort Duan's anger surged, but she dared not act rashly and could only compromise, "Fine, I agree. As long as you let Nuo free, I will send someone to the Imperial Clan Court to bring the Crown Prince out."
"Go now!" Yang Xueru's hand remained tight on Zhao Nuo's neck, her eyes bloodshot, like an enraged lioness.
The Princess Consort Duan gave a look to the Chief Palace Maid behind her, who nodded in understanding and turned to leave.
The Princess Consort Duan's gaze fell on Zhao Nuo, her brows knitted, "I have already arranged for someone to go to the Imperial Clan Court, can you release Nuo now?"
Yang Xueru knew that if she continued to choke Zhao Nuo, he would soon be out of breath and die. She loosened her grip slightly and swiftly pulled out a gleaming dagger from her sleeve, pressing it against Zhao Nuo's neck.
"No!" The Princess Consort Duan instinctively shouted.
