Lin Maomao wouldn't leave any chance for Bi Yun, she hurriedly said, "Empress Dowager, do not listen to this slave's insincere words. She's saying all these things to exonerate the Noble Consort, and as a slave, she does not have the nerve to do such things!"
"Empress Dowager, I beg you to swiftly sentence the Noble Consort to death to relieve the Empress's spirit in heaven!"
The blood and tears mixed on Lin Maomao's face, colouring her old face into mottled hues, which was terribly haunting yet heartbreaking to look at.
The Empress Dowager glanced at the lifeless body of the Empress, then looked over at the trembling Noble Consort who was evidently terrified, and asked, "Bi Yun, you said you wanted to kill the Empress. Why would you want to do so?"
A smile surfaced on Bi Yun's face.
If the Empress Dowager was willing to listen to her, there could be a chance for Bi Yun.