Slap with Borrowed Hand – First Form (1)

Meanwhile, Jun Wu Xie on the other hand, had taken a seat at the side, her lowered eyes glinting with an icy chill.

The curtains to the show were just coming up.

In the Empress' Palace, the Emperor had just left not long ago when the expression of frantic panic faded from the Empress' face and she discreetly wiped the traces of the drying tear marks from her face, her face suddenly turned into a deep frown as she stared at the Imperial Physicians providing treatment for Lei Fan.

"Your services are not required here any longer, a whole bunch of charlatans, you can't even neutralize Blood of Kin! ? Your Ladyship here has her own ways, all of you get out of here this instant!"

Having been so harshly berated by the Empress, the Imperial Physicians immediately scrambled to leave the palace.

Once the palace doors were shut tight, the forced front of composure put up by the Empress then began to crack.