This path, paved with shattered porcelain pieces, was a full ten meters long.
Each piece of porcelain was deliberately angled to expose its sharpest edge on top.
With every step, Yan Wanqing felt agony piercing through her heart.
Gradually, her skirt had become soaked with blood, blossoming like flowers at her feet.
The eunuch beside her could not bear to watch and averted his gaze.
Yet, Yan Wanqing kept biting her teeth and slowly continued forward, one step, two steps…
"Commandery Princess, if the pain is unbearable, just give up," the eunuch finally couldn't help but speak.
Trembling from pain, cold sweat streamed down Yan Wanqing's petite face. Her lips were already bloody from biting, but even so, an outsider would not hear her utter a single word of pain!
This was the unwavering strength of someone from the Township Manor!
The palace attendants looked at Yan Wanqing's retreating figure with deep respect.
