The palace maids agreed, none dared to disobey, much less inform the Crown Prince that the Crown Princess Consort lying in bed was already a corpse.
They trembled, their gazes filled with fear as they looked at Ling Lang, hoping Ling Lang would say something.
Ling Lang shook his head, signaling them to remain silent.
Ye Yiheng sat by the bed again, reaching out to caress Leng Yu Yan's cheek, noticing the sticky blood on his hand, he raised his hand and spoke: "Handkerchief."
A palace maid quickly and fearfully soaked a handkerchief, wrung it dry, and then offered it with both hands.
Ye Yiheng gently wiped Leng Yu Yan's face with the handkerchief, murmuring, "Though I cannot see, I know you have shed many tears, I have never wiped your tears, yet now I'm wiping blood today."
What she saw left Leng Yu Yan's soul completely stunned.
She remained frozen at the top of the canopy, unable to move.
An overwhelming tide of complex emotions surged within her...
