He sighed. But Lu Tianzhuo was already dead. No matter how much hatred or blame he felt toward Lu Tianzhuo, what use was it now?!
Li Zhijie pressed on the wound on his shoulder and spoke in his hoarse voice, "Go and bring the bird's nest porridge prepared for the princess. I will personally deliver it to her..."
"Yes!" The maid immediately scrambled to her feet and retreated.
When Li Zhijie entered with the bird's nest porridge, he saw Li Tianfu glaring at him with reddened eyes, like a cornered young beast.
He had everyone in the room leave, slowly approached the bedside, and his gaze fell on the horrifying marks on Li Tianfu's neck. He knew she truly wanted to die.
He spoke softly, "I know you're upset over A Zhuo's death and want to join him. But have you ever thought that A Zhuo's great revenge is still unfulfilled; he cannot rest in peace?"