"No, there's no need." Consort Liu heard the voice, slowly came to her senses, and seeing the scene before her, she realized it was just a nightmare and let her guard down.
She leaned helplessly in Qing Ya's embrace, "Qing Ya, I just dreamed that I had died, my body rotting and stinking, discarded at the Mass Burial Mound, and that wretched woman, that wretched woman became the lofty Empress..."
It was just a nightmare.
Qing Ya sighed with relief, then, enduring her sorrow, she glanced outside, made sure no one was there, and whispered in her ear, "That won't happen, my lady. His Majesty doesn't fancy her, how could he make her the Empress?"
Consort Liu's gaze was empty, staring into the void, and upon hearing this, the corners of her mouth turned up in faint sarcasm, "Then why would His Majesty make her the Noble Consort?"
His Majesty never acted simply on a whim.
