In the Imperial Palace, within a secret chamber, Noble Princess Consort Luo was furiously raging.
Hong Fang sat by the side, his expression gloomy.
"What five-colored peony, what divine blessings, Empress Xia, that wretched woman, clearly planned it all meticulously," Noble Princess Consort Luo thought of today, when the Emperor and Empress reunited, looking as if they were newlyweds, and felt as uncomfortable as if cats were scratching at her heart.
With the Sixth Prince's recovery, Empress Xia regaining the Emperor's favor was only a matter of time, which completely thwarted the plans of Noble Princess Consort Luo who originally intended to depose the Empress.
"Noble Princess Consort, this matter is not so simple. You know Empress Xia well. Do you think she is capable of coming up with such an elaborate scheme?" Hong Fang had already learned about yesterday's events in the imperial garden from Noble Princess Consort Luo.
