In the carriage, the atmosphere had turned even more oppressive than before, as if stagnant water permeated every corner.
Princess Zhou Xiyue's eyes, somber and mournful, glinted with the cold light of hatred.
As a princess of the nation, when had she ever suffered such humiliation!
Upon returning to the palace, she would certainly complain to her father, the emperor. She wanted to have that wretched beggar and the government official killed and dragged to Lion Garden to be mercilessly tortured!
Watching his sister filled with intense hatred, Zhou Wei sighed, "After all, they're just a petty beggar and a minor official. There are plenty of opportunities and methods to kill them. There's no need to ruin your health over this."
He raised his hand, intending to comfort his sister, but the young girl swatted it away.
