Prince Lu's Residence
"Your Highness, this concubine has truly been wronged!" Several Selected Attendants knelt on the ground, each weeping like pear blossoms drenched in rain. Among them, Selected Attendant Yuan cried the most miserably. She had a small palm-sized face, willow brows, apricot eyes, and fair skin as tender as soybean curd. Her looks were merely above average, but her skin, so delicate it seemed it might break at a puff or touch, was exceptionally rare. She had always been favored by Prince Lu, and thus, along with Selected Attendant Chen, had been his most beloved concubine these past few months.
But now, not only had her tears ruined her makeup and scattered her hair, there was also a palm print on her left cheek, swollen high. A trace of blood stained the corner of her lips, and her eyes had been cried red and puffy.
Previously, because she had fallen under suspicion, not only had the people around her and those close to her been questioned, they had also been tortured. One of her personal maids had even been beaten to death alive.
The maid's blood-soaked, mangled state had made Selected Attendant Yuan faint on the spot.
She had awakened now, but she cried out her innocence—not with shrill tantrums, but with mournful eyes glancing at the man seated in the center. She looked pitiful and sorrowful, like a flower wet with tears, bedraggled yet tragically beautiful beneath that palm print.
The other Selected Attendants refused to fall behind her. No one wished to reveal a guilty conscience at such a moment, and so crying became both an outlet and a declaration of their stance.
As concubines of the Prince's Residence, most of them had been trained. They knew how to cry in a way that would make