"Princess—" Ying Niang hurriedly stumbled over and supported her.
The Princess had been proud all her life, even during her most humiliating moments in the Qin Palace, she had never lost her composure. She was always noble and graceful, even when she had to feign concern in front of the late Emperor to avenge the Ninth Prince, she merely curled her lips slightly, making the Emperor eager to offer the kingdom at her feet.
But now, blood dripped from her chin onto her clothes. She sat on the ground in a sorry state, her eyes vacant and her body trembling. Although her beauty was still stunning, she appeared utterly helpless.
Ying Niang took out a handkerchief to wipe the bloodstains from her lips, but Han Litong waved her off.
She stared intently at Han Jing, trying to find some resemblance to Qin Feng's features in her face, but there was none. Qin Feng, notorious for his tyranny, was someone she could recognize even if he turned to ash.
