The hand gripping her own was skeletal, with bulging veins and an unhealthy, pallid complexion.
She should have been able to easily break free from the owner of such an unhealthy hand.
However, that hand was also gripping a dagger. And right now, that sharp dagger was plunged deep into the Empress Dowager's chest, a shocking splash of red spreading rapidly across her clothes.
Shen Qing could have easily pulled away...
But she knew it was already too late.
She had already fallen into their trap. Breaking free now would be pointless.
She found herself staring coldly at the Empress Dowager. The woman's face, once so frail, was now twisted with a crazed look in her eyes. Her red lips moved, soundlessly forming words—
"If my life can clear the path for my son, then it is all worth it..."
