Wanyan Luosang was startled.
She had been too focused on her troubles that she did not notice.
However, now that she thought about it, the old woman was always using her left hand to hold her teacup, while her right arm was left hanging.
It was because her right arm was missing.
"Don't tell Brother about what happened today." Remembering something, Wanyan Luosang hurriedly warned.
"Yes, Your Highness," her attendants quickly answered.
When they were some distance away from the teahouse, the old woman, who had supposedly left before them, walked out slowly from a nearby alley.
Behind her was a white-haired old man.
"Since the matter has been settled, let's get out of here," the old man lowered his voice and pleaded.
Gone was the old woman's compassionate expression from just now, and in its place was a pair of cruel eyes and a menacing sneer. If it were on a normal day, she would have scolded the old man.
