"Is this your grandson?" Zhi Ning held the child and knelt directly in front of Fu Lingxi.
Fu Lingxi's stunningly beautiful face was expressionless, merely twitching slightly before she indifferently said, "I'm sorry, I'm powerless to help, I can't save him!"
Holding the child, Zhi Ning cried uncontrollably and desperately kowtowed, "He's still young, he's only one year old, he also shares your bloodline, how can you bear to let him suffer under Zhi Li's torment? Can you... can you really bear to have him..."
As she spoke, Zhi Ning found herself unable to continue, those dreadful words she dared not think about, nor speak.
"I'm sorry, I'm powerless." Fu Lingxi ascended the steps, leaving the secret room.
Behind her, Zhi Ning's cry resounded like bloodshed, "Fu Lingxi, aren't you afraid that Suo Lun will flay you alive in the future?"
Fu Lingxi didn't respond, continuing her walk out of the high tower.
