Mo Li's garments were dyed in her own blood. Her blood blended perfectly with her bright red clothes. Her eyes continued to widen. She was still stubbornly holding on, unwilling to give up.
Everyone was stunned.
Even the Second Prince, Liu Huan, was as stunned as a wooden chicken. The leader of the Black Knights was an elite whom Mo Li had supported. Why would he suddenly attack Mo Li? Countless questions ran amok in his mind, but they never made it out of his mouth. The flames of his anger were stoked. Fan Xiuwen had stabbed his beloved consort, his wonderful helper! He shook with rage.
Mo Li was just as puzzled. Her life was escaping from her. She looked at her blood gushing forth from her stomach. She hastily waved her hand. She had thought some powerful spell would surge forth from her fingers, but nothing happened.
