Ren Baqian was waiting anxiously in the mountain, and it was impossible not to worry. But, he could only move his fingers at this moment, so what else could he do?
After waiting for at least eight to ten hours, Ren Baqian finally saw a red shadow appearing in front of him.
The empress at this moment, was in a very sorry state. The red muslin dress with a white shirt beneath was torn and stained with blood. Fresh blood was still dripping from her waist and shoulders. Her face was pale and the trace of blood at the corner of her mouth was not wiped clean.
"Zixiao!" Ren Baqian was shocked to see the empress in this condition, he felt as if he was being stabbed by a knife.
In his eyes, the empress was always majestic looking and since when did she look like that? Since when did she land herself in such a sorry state?
Who did she do it for?
