"Ji Yanxi," Pei Huai's voice was as cold as the snow outside the palace, "do you know your guilt?"
Ji Yanxi twitched the corner of her mouth and showed a sad smile: "What crime do I have to do, my concubine?"
"What's the crime?" Pei Huai leaned over suddenly and grabbed her jaw with such force that he almost crushed her bones. "You colluded with your relatives and intended to rebel; you poisoned the emperor's heir and mutilated Zhongliang; you even... Killed Shi Di's mother!"
Every word was like a poisoned knife, stabbing her heart.
Intention: pure love