"Your face..."
After being thrown down, Chu Qianli finally saw Consort Yu's face clearly for the first time.
Patches of white hair, wrinkles all over, a face without makeup that truly aged into that of a sixty-year-old woman!
How could this be?
Subconsciously, she wanted to get up, but as soon as she tried to move, she realized that Consort Yu had sealed her acupoints.
Now, she was completely unable to move.
"Consort Yu?" She even began to doubt whether this old woman was really Consort Yu.
But her features were indeed, without a doubt, those of Consort Yu.
How did Consort Yu become like this?
"My face?"
Consort Yu raised her hand, gently touching her own face.
The wrinkles were so severe that she didn't even need a mirror to feel how deep they were!
It showed just what her face had become.
"Heh, heh!"
Consort Yu laughed, but her laughter was now as dry and hoarse as an old crone's.
Deep, raspy, aged, no longer possessing the usual vivacity and gentleness.
