With a mere loosening of her grip, the vase fell and shattered into pieces at her feet.
Jian Yufei squatted down crying like a wounded animal with her hands on her face. Suddenly, she was yanked up by the arm. Ruan Tianling, with a firm arm cinched around her waist, swiftly escorted her out and left her on the bed.
Her tiny, fragile body curled up on the plush bed, her hands perpetually shielding her face. He couldn't make out her visage, but he could intuit the depth of sorrow she was in.
The man stiffly pressed his lips together, the irritation in his heart intensifying, bringing with it a throbbing ache in his heart that made his breathing falter.
"Summon the servants!" He turned on his heels and marched out with a booming shout.
The servant who had been present immediately rushed over, her gaze lingering on Ruan Tianling's bloody neck.
Shock flickered in her eyes, but she quickly lowered her gaze upon meeting Ruan Tianling's piercing gaze.