"Yes."
In this palace, the Empress is the master, and they are the servants who rely on the Empress for their existence.
Once something unfortunate were to happen to the Empress, the servants like them would definitely not meet a good end. Even if they were not buried alive with her, they would undoubtedly find themselves at the bottom of the food chain in the coming days.
So, how many would dare to neglect the Empress?
The heavy rain had gradually lessened, leaving only droplets falling drip-drop incessantly.
In the main hall, the old Emperor looked at the Crown Prince, feeling both heartache and resignation as he said, "Although you were mischievous from a young age, you never had a bad heart. I originally worried that once you ascended the throne, you might display womanly compassion. Now, it seems I was overly concerned."
"Father also guessed?" When the Crown Prince asked this, he actually had already been certain in his heart, but what he felt more was a chill.
