But—
If she doesn't want to die, who should she seek help from to detoxify?
Bai Xiyue's eyes flickered with a complex and painful expression. For a woman, purity is so important. At this moment, to survive, does she have to give it away rashly?
"It's all you! It's all your fault!" Bai Xiyue roared, even though it hurt the wound on her chest, she was oblivious.
If Mu Qingge was willing to save her, even though she would feel unwilling and uncomfortable afterward, it would still be a grudgingly acceptable choice. However, Mu Qingge abandoned her and chose to save Princess Changle instead.
So what about her?
Who should she look for to save herself? The servants in the mansion, or the guards? Or even the common vendors and drunkards on the street?
At the thought of this possibility, the hatred in her heart towards Mu Qingge uncontrollably soared to its peak.
Mu Qingge, just you wait! I will make you regret treating me like this today!
