Author's point of view.
Han Luo immediately stepped forward and caught the princess's wrists.
"Your Highness, I think that is enough." He said coldly.
Xiao Qingyue chuckled at his words, snapping her head in his direction but she never released Anning's hair. "Release me, this instant."
"Please, step away from her."
Instead, the princess shoved him hard enough to send him stumbling backward. Anning's heart raced in her chest, but before she could even react, a sharp and very familiar voice cut through the tension in the room.
"What exactly is going on here?"
A voice that belonged to the one person Anning was glad to see, Wanqing.
'Ha! How long did it take her to get here?!!'
Anning looked toward the doorway to see her mistress leaning heavily on Yufang, face still pale from her recent ordeal. But the instant Wanqing caught sight of Anning on the floor, her expression completely shifted. Her gaze locked onto the dark bruise blooming across Anning's cheek.
