As the underground palace collapsed, she clutched two bloodstained jade pendants and heard her aunt sneer behind her:
“Su Lingwei, your mother couldn’t protect Loulan back then, and you can’t protect this three-year-old today!”
She was the orphaned daughter of Loulan’s Sacred Maiden, gifted in the deadly arts of poison and venomous insects, yet hunted by her own aunt!
As the two jade pendants shattered, the Third Prince’s sword grazed her earlobe. In her arms, three-year-old Nian’er clutched her clothes tightly with tiny hands.
“Mother, don’t be afraid...” The child’s whimper mingled with the roar of boulders crashing through the underground palace, and a cold light gleamed in her eyes.
Anyone who dares touch my child will wish they were dead!
