The room was a complete mess, suggesting what had just happened.
The Qing Prince had a severe cough and suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his eyes rolling back as he fainted.
For years, he had been educated under Confucianism, generally holding conservative views. Today, he was forcefully humiliated by Hong Ling, and as a man standing tall, he simply could not tolerate such humiliation.
The taste of blood brought Hong Ling back to her senses.
She slowly turned around and looked at the unconscious man lying beside her.
His face was gaunt and pale, his thin lips devoid of any color.
It seemed as if he could be snapped in half with just a gentle bend.
Hong Ling extended her hand, tracing inch by inch across the man's face.
So thin!
She could feel his prominent cheekbones on his face.
She remembered, back during her coming-of-age ceremony, as her fiancé, the Qing Prince also attended and brought gifts.
