The deeds of Wei Chi were passed into the Imperial Palace.
At that time, the Imperial Concubine was beside the Emperor, massaging his shoulders and back.
Upon hearing about Wei Chi's actions, she snorted, her face full of spoiled arrogance.
"The Young General's conduct is as reckless as ever, treating the Imperial Physician like an attendant. If the Imperial Physician falls ill, who will treat the Crown Prince? Such an indiscriminate mindset, I wonder what his intentions are!"
The Emperor glanced at her indifferently.
From certain angles, the Imperial Concubine and Mingzhu bore some resemblance.
But whenever she spoke, she destroyed the atmosphere completely.
Mingzhu would never maliciously speculate about others.
"The Imperial Uncle is the Crown Prince's uncle; his anxiety is natural."
The Imperial Concubine's expression faltered, "No matter how anxious he is, he cannot disregard lives."
