Madam Wen's heart was shattered, and the world before her eyes was dark. The surroundings were lively and bustling, with the continuous sound of musical instruments and laughter reaching her ears, yet she felt as if she were trapped in a dark, sunless ice cellar, with no one able to pull her out.
"Madam, Madam." The maid called softly. Seeing someone glance over, she couldn't restrain herself and boldly pinched the soft flesh on Madam Wen's body in a spot unseen by others.
Madam Wen came to her senses, her face devoid of color, as if she were mourning the loss of her parents. Her lips trembled, her teeth chattered, and her eyes lifelessly turned toward Consort Fan.
Consort Fan had already stood up and, holding a wine cup, walked towards where the Emperor sat.
Upon seeing this, Song Ci's lips curled in a sarcastic smile, then he sympathetically glanced at the teetering, pale-faced Madam Wen and shook his head.
It's over, all gone!
