Yan Shi clutched her face and cried out in agony. Bright red blood seeped between her fingers, ran down her snow-white wrist, then dripped onto the ground like plum blossoms in bloom.
Tragically beautiful and ill-omened!
No one had expected Xiao Qianyu to strike so suddenly, so decisively and ruthlessly. Everyone was caught off guard.
Prince Jiujiang's Heir and Xiao Yunqing were both stunned for a moment, even forgetting to immediately check on Yan Shi.
Xiao Qianyu flicked the blood from the blade with a finger, then returned it to the Heir's Consort, his brows and eyes smiling. "Your son has nothing to offer you in filial devotion, so I taught this thing that displeased you a lesson. I hope it conveys a little of my filial heart, Mother. Are you pleased?"
The Heir's Consort was dazed for a moment, but her hand instinctively took the knife. Turning her head, she saw Yan Shi lower her hands. That peerlessly beautiful face had been ruined.
She kept her eyes tightly shut, two trails of blood oozing beneath her thick, delicate lashes. Two intersecting cuts began at her forehead and slashed across her eyelids, then ran from the bridge of her nose to her lips and down to her jaw, forming a huge X across her beautiful face, the flesh gaping open.
"Heir, Yun'er, I can't see! It hurts so much! Where are you? Come save me!" Yan Shi did not even dare open her eyes. She stretched out her hands, groping wildly at the air. Blood frothed at her lips with every word she spoke.
It was a sight too horrible to bear.
How could anyone not be heartbroken to see such an unparalleled beauty disfigured in an instant?
"Mother!" Xiao Yunqing's eyes reddened. He scrambled up from the ground and