Xie Shuning stared up at Lin Yuanzhi's handsome face with wide eyes. She wanted to laugh, but all that came out was a tired sob. "Even a tiger doesn't eat its own child," she choked out, "Lord Hou, you really have taken in a good concubine... Let go of me. I want to see Zhener.","Lady, you killed me... it's all my fault... it's my fault..." Wen Xue Luo wept bitterly, kneeling at her feet, her voice weak and pitiful. Her demeanor was heartbreaking, but secretly, she held onto Xie Shuning's hand in an unseen corner, her long fingernails like water lilies, piercing deeply into Xie Shuning's flesh: "Let me atone for the Prince...","Yeah, it's obvious..." Xie Shuning murmured softly, "I'm cold, hug me..."。