Ji Qingwu walked into the magnificent Zhaoyang Hall, carrying a large bundle half her height.
All eyes fell upon her.
The green hairpin she wore was long gone, her hair held back only by a hair band. Her Green Ink Plain Silk Large Sleeve Clothes did not appear dirty at first glance, but they were mottled with dark and light patches, and a closer look revealed mud on her feet.
In such a dishevelled state, Ji Qingwu looked more like the one who had suffered the great disaster alongside Emperor Wu Su.
Yuan Heng took a small step toward her, then pulled back, not wanting to cause a delay at this critical moment.
Wei Ting's eyes were fixed on her right hand, where raw, bloody marks from gripping the reins too forcefully were still visible on her palm.
Princess Hua Chang said to her, "The Emperor's condition..."
Ji Qingwu nodded. "I heard everything."
Her tone betrayed no other emotion.
