Inside the room, it was deathly silent for a long time.
The young child in his mother's arms seemed to be tormented by illness, mumbling a soft cry in his sleep.
Lady Ying Ji quickly lowered her head to tenderly kiss his little cheek, and began to hum a gentle lullaby once more, gently rocking him.
Yun Rong appeared calm, but her heart was already experiencing tumultuous waves!
What a disaster!!!
She, ignorant of worldly matters, had starved this young master for seven days, inadvertently becoming the cause of the Sect Master and Madam's relationship falling apart!
This is on the path to becoming an eternal sinner!
She let down the Central Netherworld! Let down the Lady! Let down the Young Master!!!
It wasn't just the Sect Master who fled in panic, the four sword lords also lost their composure.
With a complex and guilty look, she glanced at Lady Ying Ji, yet Yun Rong was never one to evade responsibility.
