One's own life, the lives of the family and all close kin.
How to choose?
Empress Wei picked up the poisoned wine, paused for a few breaths, and drank it all in one go.
She truly wasn't innocent, having entertained some treacherous thoughts and even put them into action.
Just inexperienced, the Emperor didn't die by her hand.
But this matter, she absolutely could not confess.
Otherwise, it would leave leverage for others.
Even if several years, decades pass, this matter would hang like a sharp blade over the Wei Family.
Cannot speak.
Absolutely not!
Suppressing the urge to complain and proclaim innocence, Empress Wei let out a mock laugh.
"Not as bitter as imagined."
With a clattering sound, the wine cup fell to the ground, spun a few times, and then settled on the floor.
Empress Wei sat in a heap, her hairpin askew, her appearance disheveled.
