"Ouyang Xueqing!"
This was the first time Wang Ze had ever gotten so mad enough to yell at her. Ouyang Xueqing flinched and braced herself at Wang Ze's raging bellows. His face was so dark that ink could drip out of it, and he grabbed the piece of dragon head which was glued to his armchair a few seconds ago and crashed it to the ground.
The pieces of gold and ceramics scattered to her feet, the broken pieces were similar to her heart..
Her shoulders trembled incessantly, but she kneeled upright. Her face was pale, so was her entire body which looked so frail that wind could even bring her away.
Xia Wei had frozen out of shock, and Ren Yupei hastily soothed the Emperor's fury.
Hearing the loud bellow, Ouyang Feiyang, Ouyang Chunxia and An Zhengnan barged in, instantly dumbfounded by the scene inside. "What's happening…?"
