Chu Qiao could not contain her tears anymore. She covered her mouth, unable to suppress her cries.
Zhao Song, Zhao Song, Zhao Song…
It started raining at about one in the morning. After Zhao Chun'er and Zhao Song got in their carriage, Chu Qiao journeyed to the vast plains, accompanied by the fierce troops from the Southwest Emissary's garrison. Song Qian and the others were shocked.
"Who cut off Zhao Song's arm?"
"It was Your Highness."
Chu Qiao frowned and hollered, "Lies!"
"Miss, I did not!" Song Qian was scared out of his wits. He continued, "It really was Your Highness. He came to assassinate Your Highness, and had his arm chopped off. Lady Yu wanted to kill them, but was stopped by Your Highness. Your Highness instructed us to escort them back to the capital."
Chu Qiao took a deep breath and said, "Why did Your Highness spare them?"
