Wen Chuyun gripped Zhang Chengyan’s sleeve with sudden violence. Her face, swathed in bandages, revealed only bloodshot eyes, her hatred almost tangible. "Your Majesty! Kill her! Avenge our child!"
As she spoke, she broke into uncontrollable, wailing sobs, her grief agonizing.
The atmosphere in the great hall turned stifling. The surrounding concubines wore various expressions, yet none dared to speak. Bai Wutong sat in the foremost position, taking in everything that unfolded before her. A sense of sorrow rose in her heart, inexplicable and strange.
Chapter 122