Madam Hua, who was kneeling on the ground, looked up at Chu Yi without blinking.
The weather in the capital was clearly gloomy, but here, the sun was shining brightly, as if it was another world.
The resplendent sunlight gently shone on Chu Yi, giving him a golden halo.
His elegance seemed to be engraved in his bones, as if a god had descended to the mortal world. His presence made the surrounding air seem to have a refreshing bamboo fragrance.
Just by looking at him, Madam Hua felt that she had seen the light.
Madam Hua kowtowed to Chu Yi three times in a row. Her forehead was bruised as she said seriously, "Your Highness, please uphold justice!"
"Please save my son, Your Highness!"
Madam Hua placed her forehead on the ground and prostrated herself on the ground without moving.
