"I cannot hold on till we reach Prince Mansion," she said, her voice as thin as a thread, "so I followed Your Highness to the Eastern Palace. I would like to use the bath in Your Highness's bedroom, and it has to be filled with cold water..."
Before she could finish, Leng Yu Yan closed her eyes and fainted.
The hand that had been hidden in her sleeve slid out...
What Ye Yiheng saw was her palm, punctured like a wasp's nest, still pierced with several silver needles.
The delicate palm was dotted with beads of blood, a sinister red that was startling.
Under the sunlight, the silver needles even more so emitted a chilling sheen.
Blinding...
And it pained his heart even more!
Ye Yiheng furrowed his brows tightly, lifted her horizontally, and quickly walked towards the bedroom.
Song Guo and Ruofeng came out to meet him: "Your Highness."
"Change the bath to cold water!" Ye Yiheng ordered in a deep voice, without stopping his steps, "And quickly summon Ling Lang!"
