Old Madam Ran's breathing gradually weakened, "Grandmother will be leaving first. You must take good care of yourself. Though I never got to hold the chubby little boy you and Jiang Mo might have had, seeing you, Qingchen, in bridal attire is enough. My Qingchen is the most beautiful bride under heaven..."
Old Madam Ran struggled to lift her hand, trying to caress the young girl's cheek.
But ultimately, her hand fell powerless.
The sole Commandery Princess of Dazhou's imperial city, thus passed into eternal rest.
Ran Qingchen clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles pale from the force, her slender figure trembling uncontrollably as she suppressed the surging emotions within.
Black-red tears, like congealed droplets of blood, slowly slid from the corners of her eyes, leaving stark, haunting trails down her cheeks, adding an air of tragic desolation.
She crouched down and grasped the old lady's hand.
The young girl whimpered, the black demonic qi around her surging wildly.
