Zhan Xuerou arrived at the room where Bai Lu was confined.
Bai Lu saw Zhan Xuerou enter. Having just suffered a miscarriage, she lay weak and powerless on the bed, her gaze filled with overwhelming hatred as she looked at Zhan Xuerou.
"Zhan Xuerou! It's all because of you, you vile woman!"
Zhan Xuerou smiled gently at Bai Lu and said, "What's the matter, Sister? Why do you look so pale?"
Bai Lu clenched the bedsheet in fury. Suddenly, Zhan Xuerou jabbed a hairpin fiercely into the back of Bai Lu's hand, piercing through it.
Zhan Xuerou's eyes turned cold and vicious as she said in a low voice, "Where's all your arrogance now?"
Bai Lu cried out in agony. Taking advantage of her position, she yanked a strand of Zhan Xuerou's hair, pulling her head down and smashing it hard against the bedpost.
"Ah!" Zhan Xuerou pressed down on Bai Lu's injured hand, and Bai Lu released her grip from the pain.
"Princess!"