"How can you say such a thing, Concubine Jessica?" The queen mother frowned in a half angry tone.
"I apologize, Your Majesty," concubine Jessica said in a trembling tone.
Her right hand clenched into a fist, she felt foolish for hastily influencing the queen mother to hate Ayla.
"Don't make accusations against Ayla, even though she is only a slave woman in the harem palace, I still doubt her existence," murmured the queen mother as her gaze wandered.
"You mean Your Majesty?" Concubine Jessica felt strange about the queen mother's words. What was there to find out about Ayla's whereabouts.
Silence. The queen mother and concubine Jessica both sipped the tea in the cup. Suddenly, a palace guard entered the queen mother's room.
"Your honor, Your Majesty, Queen Mother," said
