Lin Qingzhi took a deep breath, mustering her do-or-die determination, and said in a low voice.
"Then I'll have to trouble Mr. Liang to pass on a message. Just say that I have a sachet the Fourth Prince carelessly lost. If I were to take that sachet out and tell people the Fourth Prince gave it to me, I wonder what they would think?"
At these words, the smile on Liang Yong's face vanished instantly.
He stared grimly at the woman before him and sneered.
"Are you threatening the Fourth Prince, Concubine?"
Lin Qingzhi's fingertips were trembling with nervousness, but she forced her expression to remain calm.
"I have no other choice. If I had any other option, I wouldn't have resorted to this."
Liang Yong took a step forward, demanding, "When did you steal the Fourth Prince's sachet?"
Lin Qingzhi instinctively took a step back and said defensively.
