Bai Ruozhu was stunned. What on earth is going on in this world? Someone's head was chopped off, dead beyond dead, yet they can be resurrected?
Princess Zhu gracefully bowed to the man, "Greetings, Your Majesty."
"I have brought back your brother for you. Go have a chat with him," the man said generously.
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Princess Zhu bowed, then turned and walked toward the little steamed bun.
"Sis... Sis... You're alright, that's great!" The little steamed bun's tears burst forth, as he threw himself into Princess Zhu's arms.
At that moment, a flash of disgust crossed Princess Zhu's face, so quickly that Bai Ruozhu almost thought it was her illusion, but it was unmistakable; her eyesight was sharp, her observational skills were keen.
This woman is not Princess Zhu; otherwise, why would she loathe her own brother? If she really loathed him, why would she die for him?
