The Madam stopped, her gaze dazedly fixed on the towering figure of Yu Chiyin before her, the hand gripping the dagger shaking violently.
Time seemed to pass slowly, yet she vaguely felt it was all within her imagination.
Suddenly, two clear tears slid down from her vacant eyes, her nostrils slightly flaring.
"Bang—" The dagger fell helplessly to the ground from her trembling hand, her thin body staggered and swayed.
Yu Chiyin stepped forward, but just then, his arm was gently held back, and a firm voice sounded in his ear.
"You sit, I'll go."
Before the words even settled, Lu Fengxuan was already rushing over, merging three steps into two, hurriedly supporting the Madam.
Earlier, Lu Fengxuan had long lost any fondness for the Madam.
Yet now, supporting her, seeing her face filled with utter despair, she couldn't help but feel a bit sympathetic thinking about her betrayal by her spouse day after day.
Of course, this sympathy didn't affect her previous judgment of the Madam.
