Princess Tuotuo was trampled under her son's feet, half her wrist had already been cut off, her flesh turned inside out, and blood spread all over the ground. She had already passed out from the pain...
Although Luo Xue wasn't injured, she leaned against the door frame like chaff, collapsed there in a state of utter disarray. She knew Nangong Yi well enough to understand that given her involvement in the plot against him, it was very unlikely that he would let her live...
Nangong Yi and Mu Caiwei, however, were unharmed, but both bore an extremely cold expression.
Especially Nangong Yi, when he looked at her, his pupils held not a trace of warmth, as if looking at a stranger, lacking the anger she had anticipated, and having no disappointment, no accusations—nothing at all, just the coldness of a thousand-year-old glacier...
"Yi'er, I..."
Empress Dowager Mo opened her mouth, unsure of how to explain this to her son.
