When Song Lianhe rushed to the Southern Official's residence and saw Yin Huan and E Jintang, she felt all the blood rush to her head!
In the side courtyard, E Jintang was kneeling on the ground, his head hanging limply. His face was covered in blood, and his entire body was a mass of wounds!
Yin Huan was tied up, frantic. "Jintang! E Jintang!" Then she started cursing, "Let him go! If anything happens to him, I'll never forgive you! I'll make sure you all die without a proper burial! Even as ghosts, you won't find peace!!"
Song Lianhe spun around and glared furiously at Zhou Junlin. "You tortured him?"
Zhou Junlin sighed and rubbed his brow. Just as he was about to speak, Song Lianhe ran to E Jintang's side. "Jintang!"
Seeing her, Yin Huan burst into tears. "Princess Consort! Save him! Please, save him!"
