The great hall was instantly surrounded, sealed as tight as an iron drum.
The concubine who had been kicked from her high seat collapsed to the ground. Black blood gushed from her mouth, and her body convulsed uncontrollably. She looked to be in extreme agony.
This was poison!
The sudden turn of events was so abrupt that everyone in the hall turned pale. They all fell to their knees, burying their heads low.
"Which of you wants to kill me?!"
Gao Qian snatched a sword from the waist of an imperial guard. His eyes were bloodshot as he descended from the high platform step by step, sword in hand.
The entire hall fell deathly silent, broken only by the fading groans of the concubine on the floor.
Liang Wan kept her head down, her hands slick with sweat.
"Who is it?!"
Shaking with fear, no one dared to answer.
Gao Qian said viciously, "You won't talk? Fine! Then I'll kill you one by one!"
