"Who is it? Who asked you to poison His Majesty with the slow poison? Give me that person's name. Now!" Zheng Liang bellowed.
The court was enveloped in a tense hush, all eyes fixed on Bai Jiang, waiting with bated breath for him to reveal the culprit's identity.
The ministers exchanged wary looks, secretly speculating whether the perpetrator was connected to Yang Lingxin or if there was a grave misunderstanding that led to her being summoned to the court as a suspect.
For what motive could she have to harm her own beloved husband? Their marriage was a joyful union, and it made no sense for her to sabotage it by such vile means. Surely, she couldn't have played any role in this heinous act.
Yang Lingxin was holding her breath nervously and fixated on the back of the kneeling man. She held onto her maid's hand tightly, her legs feeling weak with anxiety, and repeated a soothing mantra in her mind to keep calm.
