Auntie Ming Jing sighed, these old tales were only known by the elders in the palace, and even their memories were probably blurred by now. This old woman actually ignored her master's words, thinking Noble Consort Xue could save her—it was truly lamentable.
It seemed that from now on, the master's reputation as the harem's killer deity was set in stone. A reputation that had taken so much effort to make people forget was about to resurface.
Just look at these kneeling and standing figures, each of them so frightened their faces turned as pale as death, their souls seemed to have flown away, and some even wet themselves out of fear.
When Consort Xu De heard Auntie Ming Jing's words, she furrowed her brows and pondered for a moment. Indeed, she hadn't thought things through, "Hmm, looking at it, that really isn't appropriate. Then change it to throwing her into the Mass Burial Mound to feed the dogs."
