The day her mother died, her mother had suffered tremendous pain.
Yet she did not cry out in pain, not even once. Ji Ruyan clenched her fists tightly—this debt of blood, she would make Empress Gu and Empress Chen thoroughly pay!
She didn't have the Drunken Yan Emperor poison.
But that didn't mean she lacked other poisons!
The pitch-black night was suddenly illuminated by a streak of lightning, followed by raindrops as large as soybeans.
The pitter-patter of the rain on the ground and the roof tiles danced together, weaving the music of the rain.
With her thoughts in turmoil, Ji Ruyan listened to the sound of the rain and slowly fell asleep.
The weather had turned to autumn, and the night wind was cold. She curled into a ball, her face stained with tear tracks.
Luo Shunchen had intended to discuss urgent matters with her, but upon arriving at Feiliu Pavilion, he witnessed this scene.
This was the first time he had seen her appear so helpless.
