When Qin Huai saw her like this, anger surged in his eyes.
"What's going on?" Qin Huai's tone was deep.
Beside the Madam, two personal maid servants were kneeling on the ground.
"This servant deserves to die!"
Qin Huai: "You indeed deserve to die."
Just like Qin Huai, the Madam was also protected by guards all year round.
She had even more people around her than Qin Huai.
Those people's martial arts were even higher than the Crimson Guards.
Yet, the Madam was still seriously injured.
This was simply unreasonable.
Qin Huai wanted to immediately hold them accountable, but the Madam suddenly coughed.
She vomited a pool of blood.
"Huai'er—" The Madam squeezed out two words with difficulty and panted heavily.
It was as if she could not breathe.
Qin Huai took a few steps forward, but he was unwilling to be too close to her.
He still had resentment in his heart, even at this critical moment.
