Jingtai frowned:
"An accident? Is that your answer?"
"Yes." Chen Yuan nodded respectfully and continued:
"The Noble Consort often admired the moon alone on the attic, forbidding the maids to follow. On the day she fell into the water, the sky was dim, perhaps the night was too dark, and she carelessly missed her step and fell,
As for the two maids... they had previously received orders from the Noble Consort not to rashly ascend to the attic and disturb her elegance. I surmise that this is why the Noble Consort fell to her death."
"Anything else?"
Jingtai asked indifferently.
From the cryptic words Chen Yuan provided, it had already been indicated that the Noble Consort died during an affair, and this incident had been ongoing for quite some time.
However, it seemed he was still not satisfied.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Yuan knew he must still reveal something to Jingtai, or else he would appear somewhat negligent in his eyes, and so he said:
