When Hua Manman learned that Li Ji was going to Fengyi Palace to stir up trouble, she grew very worried.
"She's the Empress, after all. If you go looking for trouble so brazenly, you'll surely give people something to gossip about."
Li Ji retorted.
"Do you think I'm the type of person who cares what others say?"
Hua Manman was at a loss for words.
Prince Zhao had always done as he pleased, never caring what others thought or said.
Hadn't the memorials from the Imperial Censorate impeaching him already piled up like a mountain? Yet he showed not the slightest hint of fear, carrying on just as before.
Hua Manman asked, "Aren't you afraid of angering the Saint?"
Li Ji replied, "I'm riddled with deadly poison and about to die anyway. Even if the Saint gets angry, there's nothing he can do to me."
Hua Manman muttered under her breath, "But your poison was cured long ago."
Li Ji said, "As long as you don't say anything and I don't say anything, no one will ever know."
