She clung to Mu Rongche's thigh, sobbing and pleading, "Your Highness, you must not be so indiscriminate, blindly protecting that woman! She disregarded the queen's words. Such a woman with no status, talent, or virtue is unworthy of marrying you!"
Mu Rongche kicked her away with one foot, his gaze chillingly indifferent, "Whom I match with is none of your concern, nor is it my mother's concern. It was my mother who hurt her first!"
He had trusted his mother so completely, solemnly entrusting Xiao Bai into her care.
Yet she wanted to kill Xiao Bai!
How much must Xiao Bai have hated her when she was being pursued and slaughtered by his mother?
She must have hated her!
He knew her, she must have hated her to the extreme before her death!
Mu Rongche returned to the prince's mansion, where bottle after bottle of liquor completely buried him in a drunken stupor.
In his dreams, there was Xiao Bai, the seven years they had spent together, all the times he indulged her whims.
