Chương 382: What kind of dog is she (1)

The Empress's face was frighteningly white.

She knew that she had picked up this position.

Her maternal family was a hopeless one, all thanks to her son.

Even though he was being criticized by the public, she refused to leave her son.

At least, she thought that the Emperor trusted him by giving his power to his son.

However, at this moment, Lu huaijiang's expression was frighteningly cold, and her hands were already trembling beyond recognition.

"When bengong was unconscious, the Emperor had people search the eastern Palace several times, right? Just a few days before bengong fell unconscious, one fear that they had come." Lu huaijiang said in a low voice. His tone was neither sad nor happy, as if he did not feel any heartache for the Empress.

The Empress's mouth was slightly open. Her throat was dry and hoarse, and she could not say a word.

Yes, the Emperor had sent people over several times.