The old imperial consort patted Yun Chujiu’s back and then shouted sternly, “Lowly servant, tell me, who exactly instructed you to poison little jiu to death?”
Xi Hua kept kowtowing and said in grief and indignation, “Old imperial consort, ninth young miss, this servant really did not poison you. Even if this servant was given a hundred guts, this servant would not dare to poison ninth young Miss!”
Zheng Shi coldly snorted from the side, “You might not dare to harm little jiu, but the master behind you would dare! Tell me, who was the one who instructed you?”
Zheng Shi’s back faced the old consort as she inconspicuously stretched out three fingers. She felt that Xi Hua would definitely understand her intentions.