"Sister Mo'er!"
Li Tingqian held the pastries, sobbing loudly.
She was beaten to death just for a few pastries.
Human life, is so cheaply discarded.
Li Tingqian wept for a long time.
Not a single servant outside dared to come and take a look.
It was only after a long time that Deshan opened the door and saw the dead one on the bed and Li Tingqian lying on the ground, unconscious.
It's unclear whether he was exhausted, hungry or cried himself into unconsciousness.
After all, he was the emperor's eldest grandson. No matter how much they ignored him, if anything serious happened to him, it would be bad for the Crown Prince, and they slaves would surely not be spared from the blame.
Deshan quickly carried him out and commanded someone to dispose of Mo'er's corpse.
She dared not summon the Imperial Physician, for fear of alerting the Emperor.
Li Tingqian fell ill.
Lying in bed, he was dazed and confused.