The black-clothed man slapped Fuling, knocking her to the ground. "Who do you think you are? Do you really think that with the Consort Dowager backing you, you can become a young miss? You might be a treasure in the eyes of the Consort Dowager, but to others, especially the Lord, you are just a lowly servant. The reason the Lord spared your life is because of the Consort Dowager, but this is the only time. If this happens again, then you should go see the King of Hell."
Fuling's head was buzzing as fear overtook her.
The Ninth Lord was aware of their scheme. Their plan was so flawless, with the Empress as a scapegoat. How did he find out?
If the Ninth Lord could even investigate such a secret, wouldn't he know everything she had done?
