Xuanyue heard this, braced her hands on the moss- and dust-covered ground, and tried to stand up.
Yet her knees had knelt for too long, growing sore and numb beyond measure. Added to that was the recent bout of violent suffocation and swallowing, leaving her limbs weak at the moment. She stumbled slightly and steadied herself against the cold wall before she barely managed to prop up her body.
That dark, hollow-carved gauze dress now looked utterly wretched. The hem was stained with the filth and dust of the alleyways, and a few spots of dried water stains and white turbidness were faintly visible on the lapels-the incriminating evidence left by the fierce service just moments before.
Mu Zimo at the side was the same, her brocade robes disheveled and her hair slightly scattered, entirely lacking the dignity and sanctity of a divine Empress of the past.
Bai Qinchen's gaze swept uninhibitedly over the two women, finally resting on those glaring stains, and he clicked his tongue in wonder, saying, "Look at how filthy this dress has become."
He shook his head and said, "Walking out looking like this will probably invite gossip. Let's go; this young master is kind-hearted and will take the two of you to change into a clean set of dresses."
Before his voice finished falling, he very naturally stretched out his arms, wrapping them around the slender, soft waists of the two divine Empresses from left and right in an overbearing embrace.
Xuanyue's entire body stiffened, and she instinctively wanted to break free from this aggressive touch, but the strength of that large hand around her waist was astonishingly great, pinning her tightly to his side like an iron clamp.
Mu Zimo's body leaned against Bai Qinchen's embrace. Her peerless face still carried an un-faded