South of the city, Zhen Manor.
Princess sat in the pavilion outside the side courtyard, watching servants carry basin after basin of bloody water out. Her expression grew increasingly grim, and the unease on her face deepened.
At that moment, Zhang Qiong walked out of the blood-scented room. Princess immediately stepped forward, the hem of her bright yellow brocade skirt embroidered with large peonies brushing silently against the clean bluestone paving, unstained by a speck of dust.
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