"Xueyun, Xueyun!" The King of Qi panicked and picked up Hang Xueyun, making for the door. "Fetch a doctor, hurry to the medical clinic. If anything happens to Xueyun, I'll have your heads!"
The King of Qi was about to leave, and Mrs. Ruo felt a pang of anxiety. She chased after him hurriedly, "Your Majesty, I..."
Today was her birthday!
How could the King of Qi leave with another woman on this day? Where would she, the Queen of Qi, place her dignity?
"Witch!" The King of Qi rebuked Mrs. Ruo before she could finish her sentence. "Despite appearing virtuous and gracious, you sink to such malevolence!"
"If Xueyun is fine, it's all good. But if anything happens, I will not spare you!"
With that, the King of Qi departed, carrying an unconscious and ashen-faced Hang Xueyun.