"King Chu, you don't have to apologize. It's my fault. I mentioned the former Consort Chu..." Mo Xuetong tugged at Feng Yuran's robe. Her eyes had turned a little red and were filled with tears. There were still tears on her long lashes. She looked pitiful and aggrieved. She bit her lips and pulled at Feng Yuran's robe, looking as if she wanted to settle the matter peacefully.

Consort Chu was on the floor and her beautiful face grew ferocious as she gritted her teeth in hatred. ...