"Let go of me!" the little princess shrieked. She pushed the maidservants aside, knelt on the ground and crawled forward. Tears started to stream down her face. She reached out her hand to wipe the tears off of her face, staring brazenly at her father, whom she had feared since young. Her voice was shaky, but she tried hard to maintain an upright posture, uttering slowly, "Father, please retract your order."
"Chun'er!" Zhao Che frowned and berated, "What are you doing? Stop it!"
There was a strange expression on everyone's faces. In the giant Fang Gui Pavilion, only the sounds of the wind could be heard.
"Seventh Brother," the little princess, her eyes bloodshot, turned her head to look at Zhao Che, "please help Chun'er. Chun'er does not wish to marry anymore. Please plead with Father on my behalf."
"Seventh Prince, take your younger sister away."
