Her personal handmaid didn't want to suffer with her in Anle Hall.
Under the circumstances, Tao Wanxin could understand and even accept Yin Xiang finding a better master.
But the moment the man spoke, Tao Wanxin realized how terribly wrong she had been.
Yin Xiang belonged to Prince Yong.
Body and soul.
All the news Yin Xiang had gathered was exactly what Prince Yong wanted her to know.
She had fallen into someone's trap, become someone's pawn.
Now, Tao Wanxin no longer wanted to think about it. Her hands, hidden beneath gray sleeves, clenched so tightly that her nails nearly pierced her palms.
She said with a detached air, "I have no regrets. Why should I have regrets?"
But her sunken eyes were already brimming with tears, her expression a stark contrast to her words.
Ji Qingwu looked at her haggard form and said, "I'm not here to persuade you of anything. Prince Yong begged me to come. On my way, I reviewed your recent medical records. The situation is not good."
