Fu Yongxin's voice made Zhixin and Luer turn around at the same time. Seeing the proud look in Fu Yongxin's eyes, Zhixin's lips curled into a sneer.
"Does the Concubine seem to be very satisfied with her masterpiece?" Zhixin raised her eyebrows, but there was no emotion on her face. It was just the way she called Concubine Fu Yongxin that made Fu Yongxin feel even more unhappy.
"Shut up, I'm not a concubine!" Fu Yongxin was very excited and yelled at Zhixin.
"Oh, yes!" Zhi Xin looked at Fu Yong Xin as if she had suddenly realized it, and said, "I almost forgot that the Emperor has dismissed you as the concubine."
Zhixin used her fingers to straighten the ends of her hair that were messed up by the autumn wind, and continued: "But, so what if I'm dismissed? You're just a female worker in the clothing bureau, so what? Did you think that Ye Xun was the one who dismissed you?
, will you be made your concubine?" She glanced at Fu Yongxin sarcastically and shook her head, "It's a pity that he still couldn't do what you wanted. In the end, the concubine didn't make it and went to do laundry instead."
Speaking of this, Zhixin's eyes turned cold, she covered her mouth and chuckled a few times.
Her words were even more irritating to Fu Yongxin. Zhixin saw the murderous aura gradually revealed in Fu Yongxin's eyes. Such murderous aura made Zhixin's heart tighten and she felt vaguely uneasy.
But at this time, the murderous look in Fu Yongxin's eyes did not last long. Instead, he picked up his steps and walked to Zhixin. A faint smile flashed in his eyes, "Empress, do you know what it felt like when Concubine Xiang died?"
Fu Yongxin's words made Zhixin's heart pick up in her throat. She looked at Fu Yongxin in disbelief, and a chill ran down her spine. Although she had guessed something in her heart, she still asked with the last glimmer of hope: "You killed Concubine Xiang."
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When Fu Yongxin heard her question, she didn't deny anything. She curled her lips and said with a smile, "I just thought of it now, isn't it a bit late?"
Her answer was both expected and unexpected by Zhixin. She had always thought that Fu Yongxin was just framing her for Concubine Xiang's death. She did not expect that the murderer was her. But now that she thinks about it, besides her, there seems to be no one else.
There are other possibilities.
Suppressing the anger in her heart, she gritted her teeth and asked, "Why do you want to kill her?"
"What do you think?" Fu Yongxin raised her eyebrows.
Seeing Fu Yongxin's calm expression without any guilt at all, the anger in Zhixin's heart continued to spread.