Chu Kingdom's Imperial Palace, within the secret chamber.
Chu Qi's complexion wasn't very good as he pointed at the transparent ice coffin, "Is this what you told me was foolproof?"
Inside the coffin lay a set of bright red bridal clothes, clearly the phoenix robe of Yan Wanqing from three years ago.
At this moment, the pallid and bloodless Yan Wanqing was lying on the soft couch next to the ice coffin, appearing utterly lifeless from afar.
Song Huaxu, calm and composed, said, "This time, Yan Wanqing is still here, and the eldest son of the Yan Family is severely injured. What more do you desire, Your Majesty?"
"Is this what I wanted?" Chu Qi's voice was full of rage as he pointed at Yan Wanqing on the soft couch, "I wanted her to stay healthy by my side, not like this, becoming something neither dead nor alive. Song Huaxu, what exactly did you do to this wedding dress, and why has she turned into this?"
