My instincts kicked in.
The scrawny woman weighed nothing, and I grabbed her wrist before she could stab me in the neck with her hairpin.
The ferocity in her eyes reminded me of a wild dog protecting its young.
"You bitch!" she snarled, her voice breaking.
Everyone around me gasped, leaning backwards in horror.
Though there was a crazed woman attempting to hurt me, it bothered them more that she had called me a 'bitch'.
Irritation and disbelief flared within me - the Royal family really was something else.
Mu Wujuan swung her other arm as she poised her hand like it was a claw, attempting to scratch my face.
I caught the other hand too, and the two of us stood by the middle of Qing Li Dian's entrance, forming a weird-looking bridge with our arms.
From up close, Mu Wujuan looked almost like a ghost, her eye bags, sunken face and unkempt hair imprinting in my mind.
How could a royal concubine end up in such a state?
