Lin Yuandzhi rushed into the room, reaching for him. For the first time, she acted like a shrew and started fighting with him.,Someone outside was shouting, "Auntie, you can't go in—","Lady, you killed me... it's all my fault... it's my fault..." Wen Xue Luo wept bitterly, kneeling at her feet, her voice weak and pitiful. Her demeanor was heartbreaking, but secretly, she held onto Xie Shuning's hand in an unseen corner, her long fingernails like water lilies, piercing deeply into Xie Shuning's flesh: "Let me atone for the Prince..."。