"Your Highness, news has come from the palace that His Highness is safe. You can finally rest easy."
Zhao Qi strode in holding a scrap of paper, his wooden face so tense with excitement that it creaked with wrinkles.
Jiang Wumei felt a deep sense of despair, utterly let down by the fighting capacity of the Empress and her faction. To think they had been crushed by Xiao Tong with such effortless ease, making a complete fool of her and raising her hopes for nothing. The dagger hidden in her sleeve had dug into her ribs all night, chilling her all the way to the heart.
Chapter 83