Ji Qingwu couldn't make out what it was either.
But one thing was for sure—it wasn't a large-headed pear.
Mo Lingling stared at the dagger. "But back then, the only person who could have saved me was Li Chengxun. With the Mo family's relatives dead or exiled, no one else would have cared if I lived or died."
Ji Qingwu reminded her of the facts once more.
"Li Chengxun has now denied saving you. You should take some time to think back on it carefully when you can."
She pushed the clothes beside her over, her tone still gentle.
"What you need to do now is freshen up, change into some clean clothes, and leave the Princess Mansion as soon as possible."
"There's no need to rush to figure out what happened all those years ago right this second."
Mo Lingling suppressed her chaotic thoughts and picked up the dress.
But the room wasn't large and had no private space set aside for changing.
