Chen Songshi's face turned cold. "Watch your words!" he said sternly.
'An accusation like that is clearly meant to be a death sentence for Ye Chutang!'
But why would Consort Ru fear him?
She had already lost everything. Years of careful planning had been ruined overnight. What was left for her to fear? What wouldn't she dare say or do now!?
At this point, she had only one thought: to unleash all the hatred festering in her heart.
"If she hadn't suggested that so-called medicinal catalyst, why would His Majesty have expended so many men and resources to go to Guanling? And what was the result? Prince Lie's condition didn't improve—it worsened until he fell into a coma!"
Jiang Qingmei sneered.
"Such impressive methods! Truly beyond the reach of ordinary people. Lord Wang, you defend her so fiercely. Aren't you afraid the same thing will happen to His Majesty!?"
