Su Jieyu cursed in her heart, but laughed while covering her face: “Even if it only lasts for a hundred days, it’s still much better than someone who has never been favored!” After saying this, she realized she was too emotional and had forgotten the main task of the day, so she pretended to be sad and said: “But, Mu Xiaoxiao, just because of her status as a talented woman, she has received such long-lasting favor. Who knows how arrogant she might become in the future? Sister, will she even have us in her eyes?”
Chen Mengjiao indeed fell for the trap: “Just a talented woman, how dare a mantis try to shake a tree? She’s simply overestimating herself!”
“I’m afraid that over time, she might gain power, and even the big tree won’t be able to do anything to her! Although it’s a fleeting glory, and I’ve long known I’m destined to become a forgotten flower, a lonely old woman, I still want to steadily remain a Jieyu. That Mu Xiaoxiao, if she gains power, I might not even be able to maintain my current status!”
These pitiful words of self-pity dissolved Chen Mengjiao’s guard and touched her. Chen Mengjiao began to think that if Mu Xiaoxiao gained power, who would protect her after the Empress Dowager passed away?
A cold light flashed in her eyes, and Chen Mengjiao decided to act quickly to make the Emperor completely give up on Mu Xiaoxiao.
After deploying her informants inside and outside the palace and planning everything, Chen Mengjiao slowly sat on the Empress’s throne, smiling triumphantly: “Hmph, Mu Xiaoxiao, the Emperor is mine alone, no matter how you try, you can’t take him away! Alas, you women are so pitiful, first Su Jieyu, then Mu Xiaoxiao, throwing yourselves like moths to a flame, it’s hard to stop you!”
Seeing the inside information, Su Jieyu slowly smiled. Suddenly remembering something, she wrote a note and ordered Mei’er to deliver it. A strange smile crept up on Su Jieyu’s lips: “Mu Xiaoxiao, even if that stupid Empress fails, I’ve added another person. I don’t believe we can’t bring you down!”
A breeze passed, and the chrysanthemums swayed lightly, as if trembling at the terrible laughter.
