In the study of the First Princess's palace in the imperial city.
A crash rang out as Xian Xieren threw the teacup in her hand on the floor while glaring at her aide. She was wearing a red robe that belonged to the Empress and was sitting in front of the writing desk while reading the report that was sent to her by the spy.
The more she read, the more her expression couldn't help but distort. In the end, she couldn't stop herself and threw the report at the face of her trusted aide.
" Are you all useless as the dried-up corpse in the chambers? You cannot even find a single woman?" Xian Xieren roared at her trusted aide feeling a murderous intent surge in her heart. If not for the fact that the court was unstable and she did not have much-trusted aides, she would have killed this minister. "It is one thing that you cannot find my sister but how is it possible that you cannot even find the woman who is behind the rice bran oil mill?"
