The mere sight of her made Bai Zi's left hand, the site of her amputation, throb with pain.
Many images surged forward overwhelming her, and a feeling of humiliation drained her face of all colour.
The anger she forcibly suppressed had her body trembling constantly.
In these days, how much suffering had she endured in the temple. How many cold gazes and snide remarks had she eaten from the Mothers, her body still bore numerous hidden injuries!
All of these she blamed on the woman before her eyes.
At a time when she was unable to fight for her life, this woman had taken all the credit and won His Majesty's praise.
Gone for several months, she now looked even more radiant, and although her clothes were simple, they weren't crude. From top to bottom, her attire was well-made.
By comparison, she was...
The clothes on her body were all picked out according to Wei Hong's aesthetic sense. She couldn't even begin to express how hideous they were.
