Chapter 110: Who is the True Son of Heaven

She had been killed.

Until she arrived at the Princess Mansion, these two words still whirled in Chu Yu's mind.

She could never forget Liu Ziyue's gaze at that time, a terrifying calm concocted from a mix of extreme ferocity, cruelty, fear, anxiety, and darkness.

She also could never erase the memory of Zong Yue waving his hand, and the guards beside him pouncing like fierce tigers onto the young children, as the gleaming edge of the blade sliced across the delicate necks and bright red blood sprayed from the wounds.

She couldn't forget how the tiny bodies fell like feathers, the blood beneath them staining the green grass, the four pairs of clear, innocent eyes hardly having time to experience pain but only a sliver of shock, frozen within their pupils.

It was as if someone had carved it into her brain with a knife, impossible to erase.