Ouyang Xueqing mumbled sluggishly. "Everyone in the Capital City is turning deranged? Then…what about mother? Father? Grandpa? Ren Yupei? An Zhengnan? Imperial Father?" The more Ouyang Xueqing said, the more emotional she became.
In the end, she couldn't hold herself back anymore as huge drops of tears slid down her cheeks. She had rolled around in the mud all day long, her face was splotched with dirt here and there. Filthy to the bone. Her robe's original color had been covered with soil and blood.
When she cried helplessly while trying her best to suppress her sobs, she looked really pitiful and heart wrenching.
