"Consort, this skull... Why does it look a bit like the pattern on the nightstand beside old man Wei Zhongxian's bed?" I clutched my bleeding shoulder, making a weak joke and still finding a way to crack a smile.
Imperial Noble Consort Chen's face was as pale as paper—she was clearly terrified out of her wits—and she gripped my hand so hard her knuckles were turning white.
Xiaotao was sobbing in shuddering gasps, looking just like a startled little rabbit.
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