Night.
In the halls of Huangyun Palace, a pair of nominal mother and son, actual sworn enemies, met again.
"Empress Dowager, you lost," Feng Jiwu said indifferently, looking at the noblewoman seated across from him.
"I lost, I lost by underestimating you," the Empress Dowager said with a wry smile.
She had always underestimated this bastard, whether in the battle for the throne or this political upheaval. Always thinking she held the winning hand, only to find out that the enemy had everything arranged, just waiting for her to fall into the trap.
"So, are you here to kill me?"
To the Empress Dowager's surprise, Feng Jiwu shook his head and said, "I promised Feng Qiwu that I would spare your life."
Since he promised someone, he would keep his word. Feng Qiwu had the sense to make a deal that was rewarding for both sides.
"Really? Qiwu has actually forgiven you..."
