"Imperial Younger Sister, what are you doing?" Qi Zonghao hurried over upon hearing the news.
Seeing Qi Qiuxin with disheveled hair and a fierce expression, like a madwoman from the marketplace, and various items and fragments scattered all over the floor, he couldn't help frowning, gestured for the Palace Attendant to withdraw. No place to set foot in the room, he closed the door behind him and stood at the entry, his gaze upon Qi Qiuxin brimming with disapproval.
Having come back to her senses from her madness, Qi Qiuxin, with no time to compose herself, hurried towards Qi Zonghao. In her haste, she stumbled over the fragments of a wooden table and fell to the ground, a sharp piece of wood piercing her calf. Blood immediately stained her skirts red, and pain forced a grimace from her.
Qi Zonghao's brows furrowed, and displeasure showed on his face, yet he did not move forward to help her up.