The Phoenix Emperor walked outside the side hall, where Huang Mingge was still standing. She dared not leave, she was waiting for a result.
She didn't know what the result would be; to be on the safe side, she had even quietly sent someone to the Inviting Phoenix Palace to ask her father to come.
If the Imperial Mother is indeed too furious, perhaps father might be able to soothe her some?
The Phoenix Emperor looked at her eighth daughter, who stood obediently, and for the first time felt that she had never truly seen through her.
Among all her children, apart from Changge, Mingge was almost the most favored: born into nobility, she could act coy, her appearance sweet and charming, and when she herself received any fine things, she would think to leave a portion for this daughter.
She had always thought of Huang Mingge as the innocent young girl in her memories, but no innocent young girl would plant a knife into her own sister's body.
