When I woke again, I had somehow transmigrated into the frustrating world of The Story of Yanxi Palace!
Memories from all sides poured into my mind!
“A'Ruo! The Mistress has always treated you well. Why would you betray her for your own advancement?”
Suoxin hurried to defend me, nearly losing her composure before the hall.
Good. So this was the trial!
My consciousness had taken up residence in Consort Xian's body.
I looked closely. Seated properly before me were Empress Fuca, Emperor Qianlong, and the previous palace-intrigue champion, Empress Dowager Zhen Huan.
“It's precisely because the Mistress has treated me well that I can't bear to watch her keep making mistakes!”
A'Ruo spoke with heartfelt sincerity, tears streaming down her face.
I shot to my feet and slapped her across the face!
Five red finger marks stood out starkly.
Then I withdrew my hand, casually picked up a handkerchief, and wiped it clean as I demanded:
“Would anyone really believe the nonsense spouted by a lowly maid?”
