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Hearing the surrounding chatter, Liao Zhiyan's originally pale face turned even more colorless, her pearly teeth biting down on her snow-white lips as tears fell in quick succession, her eyes brimming with grievance, helplessness, despair, and confusion… She looked like a delicate flower tormented by frost, exceedingly pitiful and fragile.
Unfortunately, most of the people present no longer felt any sympathy for her and looked at her with disgust, as if she were something dirty.
"Sister, the Crown Princess Consort says it's time to return to the mansion," Hai Tang said indifferently. "With such an incident, the Empress Dowager and the Empress must be worried sick by now. They might have already arrived at the Crown Prince Mansion. The Empress Dowager is advanced in years, and if she gets angry, the consequences will be unthinkable, and the Emperor will certainly be furious like thunder."
