There were turbulent waters in Marquess Qin’s Mansion in Jing City.

At the moment, something happened in Shazhou.

In the room, which had been decorated as much as possible but was still rough, Jiang Qizheng was writing a letter in her blood with her fingers moving rapidly!

Ling Zui was unnerved, “Princess, whose blood is not precious? You have bitten your fingers a few times... Or shall I go outside and ask for some blood? Otherwise, your ...