The emperor and queen of the old dynasty had been killed by the rebel leader, and the palace had basically become the world of the rebels.
The blood of her parents flowed down from the high platform, winding into a small river.
The little princess, who was crying in pain, bent down and threw the handkerchief in her arms into the blood. So much blood dyed the entire handkerchief red in an instant, and the little princess's tears flowed even more.
"Princess, we have to leave. The rebels have already occupied the palace. If we don't leave now, it'll be too late," Lin Xiao carefully observed the surroundings as he spoke to the little princess.
"Mm." The little princess picked up the bloodstained handkerchief and put it back into her arms, not caring that the blood had stained her clothes.
