"It's you, isn't it?" Princess Caifeng stood in the empty garden and looked coldly at Hu Qianyue, her eyes sinister.

"Your Highness, what are you talking about? I don't understand!" A hint of a smile appeared on the corner of Hu Qianyue's mouth, as if she really didn't know what Princess Caifeng was saying.

"The fragrance of the Cloud Fabric and the pill that was given to Consort Yan, they were all set up by you, right?" Princess Caifeng was not stupid. Even a fool ...