Finally home, Mu Yunchu could rest properly and directly slept the whole afternoon.
Just as she got up and was about to continue making the Five Emperors Coin, Li Shang suddenly asked, "By the way, Little Chuchu, will that poor woman face a terrible consequence?"
Mu Yunchu's hand paused.
She knew Li Shang was talking about Duan Jia.
That day, Duan Jia had begged her to save her daughter.
But some things were beyond her power.
"Maybe."
...
In a certain chaotic and dim space, where mist thick like ink lingered in the deathly silence, towering and eerie halls soared high with bluish-black stone pillars rising from the ground.
A man dressed in a magnificent black robe, outlined with silver threads, sat quietly at the center.
His narrow eyes watched a certain spot without blinking, his thin lips slightly pressed, an inadvertent expression of sorrow and a sigh sufficiently conveyed that his mood was not very good.
