65 Concubine Ruolans Demise Told (2/2)

The reason why she blocked Concubine Ruolan's attack for him remained unknown. Hongyue blamed it on herself being impulsive.

However, to allow her to attack him even though he knew her intentions were malicious. It was so bare and open.

Vulnerable.

How did he do it? Why did he indulge her to that extent? Did he trust her?

Trust. The word resounded inside her heart.

'I'll be the first you can trust.'

That was the last thing that weak human told her. Hongyue had never taken it into consideration but perhaps.

Just perhaps.

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Meanwhile, at the second madam's residence, a series of shrill screams broke into the night. Articles of clothing along with pieces of porcelain were wildly thrown about the second madam's room yet not a servant came forward to stop the wild second madam.

”Mother! Mother, please calm down. What happened?” ChunHua's voice shook frantically as she raced to stop her mother.

Concubine Ruolan's eyes stilled and suddenly froze, her hand loosened and the flower jar slipped out of her hand onto the ground. The shards of china exploded onto the stone ground.

”I've lost.”

Her mother's voice was so hollow, ChunHua felt cold.

The second miss tried to wrap her arms around her mother hoping to calm her down. However, Concubine Ruolan ripped ChunHua's hands off her body. The madam's eyes were increasingly red while she panted frantically waving her hands about.

”I lost! I never had the chance! It really was poison!” The second madam sounded madder by the second.

”No blood...No blood...I've really underestimated her! I lost,” Concubine Ruolan's last words of sanity fell on deaf ears as no one truly understood her words. ChunHua scrunched up her nose unhappily, her heart ignorant of the truth of her mother's suffering. The second madam sunk to the floor, her mind was finally broken. Her head, a matted mess, and her face lacked color. The once elegant and prideful Concubine Ruolan was no longer to be found. On the hands of the concubine, there were deep cuts from the broken porcelain.

Yet, strangely not one cut had a drop of blood.