My gentle tyrant (51)_1

The maidservants at the side had already been scared out of their wits. They all knelt on the ground, their small bodies trembling, afraid that they would end up like consort Shu.

We're finished.

She didn't know how the Imperial consort had angered His Majesty and why His Majesty would send such a terrifying thing to the Imperial consort.

Could it be ... In order to beat the Imperial concubine?

Otherwise, consort Shu would end up like their master.

Hearing the shrieks from within Weiyang Palace, the person leaning against a tree outside became restless. He flipped down, his black robe drawing a cold arc in the wind.

Yu Li broke into Weiyang Palace.

The black-clothed swordsman was cold and beautiful. He held the sword in his hand and coldly scanned the hall. Finally, his gaze stopped on the box.

Yu Li walked closer and took a look.

He saw a woman's head.

“..？”

He looked at Fu min with confusion in his eyes, asking what was going on.