Duchess Wang Qixing was at a loss for words. Seeing her daughter who was presumably dead was simply too much for her to handle.
"Mother!" Li Xueyue gasped as Duchess Wang Qixing took a single glance at Li Minghua and fainted.
"Mother?" Li Minghua sneered. "What gives you the right to say such a thing?"
Li Xueyue ignored the brat in front of her. She supported the Duchess's weight with her body as servants rushed forward to offer assistance.
Li Wenmin was too dumbstruck by the sight of Minghua to realize his mother had collapsed. Nor did he hear the rude words that came out of Minghua's mouth.
Li Chenyang came to Xueyue's aid. He held up his mother so that she wouldn't slide to the floor and dirty herself. "Dad, a little help here."
