"When I left the Capital, I really should have poisoned her... If I had poisoned her, if I had ended her life with poison, none of this mess would have happened, and our situation wouldn't be like it is now..."
"Her?" Dong Huiying looked at Yun Ge with puzzled eyes.
Yun Ge seemed reluctant, but after wrestling with herself, she finally told her. "Her... Lao Ba, the Eighth Princess!"
Dong Huiying involuntarily furrowed her brows, suddenly feeling dizzy. She clutched her forehead as her temples throbbed with pain, and a vision suddenly appeared before her eyes—she seemed to see Ten Miles of Red Makeup, she saw a woman with an indistinct face... and in the vision, she herself was expressionless, her face wooden, standing forlornly on the streets of the Capital, motionless...
Yet the sadness and despair seemed as if they were about to engulf her.
What was this all about?
"Purple chervil, Purple chervil?" Yun Ge put her hand on her shoulder, gently shaking her a little.
