Chapter 852 - Dare Not Act Rashly (2/2)

“Oh, no wonder!”

After understanding the situation, Xu Xiyan did not press further.

In fact, Yang Wenxue was now lying on a hospital bed. Because of the injuries on her back, she could not come for the shoot and thus made up an excuse to the production crew for her leave.

Originally, Jing Xi was the one she wanted to harm, but she did not expect that she would suffer her own doing.

The doctor said that her injuries would take at least a week to heal. Besides, even if they were healed, they would leave permanent scars.

Yang Wenxue felt like dying.

However, even though she was lying in the hospital, she did not stop working; she was already busy working up a new plan.

She was not going to give up just like that. She must make Jing Xi experience the pain she had gone through before she was satisfied.

At the studio, Xu Xiyan’s shoot began.

Yun Qingge began to secretly harm the emperor. She personally mixed a slow working poison into the emperor’s meal.

However, she was found out by one of the emperor’s concubines, Lady Lan, who was being played by Lan Ling-Er. Lady Lan fled and Yun Qingge went after her, chasing her up onto a high dais. Lady Lan was trapped.

Yun Qingge grabbed Lady Lan’s neck. Originally, she wanted to kill Lady Lan, but Lady Lan admitted her true ident.i.ty at the critical moment. Her ident.i.ty was not so simple as an exotic dancer—she had a bigger conspiracy.

Her target was also the emperor. Speaking from a certain perspective, she was a secret agent.

No matter what her ident.i.ty was and as long as she was against the emperor, she would be Yun Qingge’s ally.

She let go of Lady Lan, then turned to look into the distance. “What proof do you have to make me believe you?”

“Give me some time, and I will prove myself.”

Lan Ling-Er stood behind Jing Xi and looked at her back. She really wanted to know how she tolerated the pain of her wounds and come for the shoot.

Isn’t it painful?

Is she hanging on stubbornly despite the pain?

In fact, her clothes were chafing against her skin. Wouldn’t her wounds be bleeding now?

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