However, at this moment, no one was paying attention to Old Lady Mu anymore.
Looking at the group of people pulling Mu Qingya out, Qingluo's gaze was filled with despair.
She felt like her sky had collapsed, and for the first time, she regretted what she had done.
If...
If she had not targeted Little Nine... If she had not been so jealous, would her daughter have been in trouble, and would the emperor's son-in-law's manor had been dragged down by her?
"Father, I know that she is wrong, and she knows that she is wrong."
She kowtowed frantically.
Blood seeped from a wound on her forehead, but she still seemed to be unaware of it as she kowtowed desperately.
When the emperor saw Qingluo's appearance, he could not bear it, but when he thought of what she had done, a wave of anger surged to his heart once more.
