Regarding Yang Wenxiao's affectionate gestures toward Qiao Xiaomai, Yao Xian wouldn't have dared to release even the slightest fart in the past.
Before, Yao Xian would delightedly consume whatever Yang Wenxiao bestowed upon Qiao Xiaomai.
But now things were different. She was about to suffer symptoms like ants crawling painfully inside her bones and excruciating headaches, and her life wasn't even expected to last a few more years. With no life left, her past fears naturally vanished.
"Why didn't Father Emperor speak sooner? If he had spoken earlier, why would we have endured such suffering?" Yao Xian collapsed on the ground, wailing bitterly.
She felt no blood-is-thicker-than-water kinship toward Yang Wenxiao. Emperor Yongan might empathize with Yang Wenxiao's old age, not blaming or hating, but she couldn't do the same.
Having been the Empress for decades, she hadn't had enough!
She even wanted to become the Empress Dowager!