The empress smacked the table with all her might. "Rong Yue, you think you can disguise the truth from His Majesty with a confession to false charges under torture?"
Duan Yue kicked that old woman's back and merely uttered, "Speak."
"Yes, Her Majesty the Empress had provided the poison pill to Beauty Wang. Her Majesty the Empress is, is the mastermind. Ah…" Nanny Li suddenly got smacked by the gust of wind the empress sent from her palm, and she rolled to the floor.
She lay there while at her last gasp. She barely moved at all.
"Empress, what else do you have to say?"
"You want to frame this empress with just one old woman's side of the story? Rong Yue, you have a lot of guts!"
"Ha." A cold light flitted across Duan Yue's eyes. He flipped his palm, and a cluster of bewitchingly dazzling silvery white flames sprouted from his fingertips.
The whole hall was shocked!
