Princess Wenhui stood amidst the crowd, watching as her small stable was reduced to dust in an instant.
The young princess remained unnervingly calm throughout the upheaval. Behind her, the mare shivered in the rolling thunder. The servants surrounding her, terrified out of their wits, no longer dared to stand in the way and instead groveled on the ground, kowtowing frantically.
Lu Qingyan’s armlet lost its luster beneath the heavy, overcast sky. She gripped Consort Wen’s wrist, clawing through the snowy skin until it was mangled. Consort Wen, as if she had lost all sense of pain, neither dodged nor flinched, her eyes fixed intently on the direction of the stable.
Chapter 49