Jiang Ning pulled up a chair to sit down, fanning herself leisurely. "Why all the hostility when we're just having a conversation?" she said calmly.
"Concubine Yu," accused, "You tried to harm me by sending me food. The emperor spared you because of his mercy, but you show no remorse, do you?"
Jiang Ning eyed her with her jet-black eyes, her smile carrying a touch of coldness. "Didn't you let your maid taste the food first? How come she showed no adverse reactions, but you did?"
Concubine Yu was secretly alarmed in her heart.
She indeed had her servant taste the food first, but how did the Princess Consort come to know of this?
Smiling faintly, Jiang Ning said, "You are concealing your pregnancy and you set me up by pretending to fall sick after eating the food I prepared for you. Are you trying to avenge your useless nephew?"
"Avenge? I don't know what you're talking about," Concubine Yu denied, avoiding her gaze, but the guilt was clearly evident in her eyes.