"So it turns out that the Imperial Edict also involves the Consort Jing," Gu Jiao suddenly realized, "No wonder she stole and hid the Imperial Edict."
Xiao Liulang hmm'ed in agreement, "One to save her own life, the other to hold on to her last trump card."
Gu Jiao propped her cheeks with her hands, pondering, "Uncle's wife will never be threatened by anyone, even if she really brought out the Imperial Edict and said, 'If you don't agree to my terms, I will make this Imperial Edict public and perish together with you,' Uncle's wife would not comply. So…"
Xiao Liulang nodded, "So her most dangerous move would be to truly perish together with Uncle's wife."
Gu Jiao slapped her hand on the table, "That wicked woman!"
Watching her flustered little appearance, although it might not have been appropriate, a hint of a smile still flickered across the bottom of Xiao Liulang's eyes.
Of course, thinking of Uncle's wife's predicament, his smile quickly faded away.