The Pure Consort gripped the teacup in her hands. "How could His Majesty believe such a flawed story? The Prudence Consort is usually so gentle and harmless. How could she be so vicious?"
The Virtuous Consort shot her a glance.
She actually disagreed with this.
Was there anyone truly harmless who could survive in the palace until now?
Indeed, the Prudence Consort usually seemed gentle, but that was all for show.
It was anyone's guess how vicious she could be in private.
"On my way here just now, I heard that the Prudence Consort's maidservant stubbornly refused to leave the palace and go back to her, and she begged Butler Zhao to let her stay."
The Pure Consort was stunned. "What does that mean?"
The Virtuous Consort picked up her cup and took a sip. "Apparently, when she pulled up her sleeves, everyone saw that her arms were covered in needle marks to the point where there was not a patch of undamaged skin."
