Li Sangruo's face turned pale, not even a miscarriage or a fall down the wooden steps could compare to the shock and fear she felt at this moment.
Her brain seemed to have stopped functioning, her heart pounded as if it were about to leap out of her chest, thumping wildly.
"Why would the Feng Family be in my clothes chest? Quick... go stop the General..."
With a loud bang!
The wooden door was kicked open from the outside.
How could a few servants stop Pei Jue's Imperial Guard Camp? As if they were explicitly there to catch someone in the act, Pei Jue didn't wait for permission, bursting straight in.
Two maids were frantically trying to untie Feng Yun, their actions panicked and hasty...
Feng Yun was curled up inside the clothes chest, her face completely void of color, her mouth stuffed with a wad of torn cloth, her hands bound behind her back with hemp rope, her dishevelled hair hanging down, covering her pale small face, without a glimmer of light in her eyes.
