Hong Zhao gave her a faint glance upon hearing the words.
That glance was indifferent and cold, carrying a warning and displeasure.
Qing Wu, frightened, covered her mouth, "Lady, please calm your anger. Your servant has spoken out of turn."
Hong Zhao retracted her gaze, took a sip of hot tea, and her complexion finally regained some rosiness.
"She believed it, but the person behind her surely didn't."
She thought of the Emperor, a man not easily dealt with.
Even though they had only met once.
She could still feel the oppression and danger emanating from him.
No wonder Mr. Jiu suffered a loss at his hands.
Thinking of Mr. Jiu, a hint of malevolence flashed through Hong Zhao's dark, chilling eyes, If they made Mr. Jiu unhappy, then it would be her role to punish them.
Qing Wu, unaware of Hong Zhao's thoughts, frowned and said, "If the Emperor doesn't believe us, what shall we do?"
There wasn't a trace of worry on Hong Zhao's tender face.
