"Shao Hua!"
The Grand Empress Dowager Zheng anxiously grabbed Jiang Shaohua's hand, looking her up and down: "Are you alright? Were you injured by the assassins?"
Jiang Shaohua's dark robe was splattered with some bloodstains, drying in the night wind and emitting a faint bloody scent. Her expression was quite calm: "Rest assured, Great-aunt, I am not injured. All eight assassins have been killed!"
The Grand Empress Dowager Zheng gritted her teeth and said angrily: "Well done in killing them! They deserved to die! Those scoundrels with the audacity of bears and leopards dared to attempt to assassinate the Da Liang Princess. Killing them with one stroke is too lenient for them. They deserve a thousand cuts!"
