Su Yinling watched Feng Fuce do nothing as he stood by, and her eyes were filled with hatred as she gritted her teeth.
She knelt on the ground, holding Grandpa Su in her arms, helplessly shedding tears: "Dad, don't scare me."
Grandpa Su was convulsing, his eyes tightly shut, his face flushed.
Just as Su Yinling was at a loss, he quietly opened a sliver of his eyes.
"Miss Ling, quickly check if there's anyone to help us!" Grandpa Su asked urgently in a low voice.
Su Yinling was stunned and only then realized he was pretending.
But when she turned her head, the gates of the imperial palace were already tightly closed.
Not even the eunuchs were there, and even the Imperial Guard at the gate wore expressions of cold indifference, not looking their way.
They had no intention of intervening at all.
Su Yinling swallowed her bitter tears.
"Dad, forget it, let's leave here first so we don't become a laughingstock for those passing by."
Grandpa Su finally stopped convulsing.
