Lady Ge Beining had lied. The Empress wasn't seeking her presence that urgently. Truthfully, she wasn't even sure if the Empress wanted to see her face today.
When miscarriages were involved, the Empress would be glum for a while. She would not smile or entertain anyone's presence. Nothing would bring her out of that dreary mood. Only time would heal.
"I don't blame her," she muttered. "After so many miscarriages, the Emperor didn't even bother comforting her. Instead, he comforted himself with a random concubine."
Lady Ge Beining's hands suddenly trembled. She would not forget the look of sheer terror on that poor concubine's face. Her skin had paled, her veins turning black, as foam started forming in her mouth.
The one and only concubine of the palace was poisoned to death, shortly after giving birth to a useless Princess—the one who had fled from the honorable position as a candidate of Wuyi.
