Empress Beixue's jade face blushed a deeper shade of peach.
Everything about her was a façade, except the genuine shame on her face.
Feeling the resistance in her embrace, she felt a mix of uncontrollable shame and overwhelming sorrow, as tears quickly formed and rolled down her cheeks.
"I am the descendent of the Nine Prison Asura Emperor, once noble and revered."
"Since meeting you, I've become trapped, repeatedly humiliated. Now with my husband's demise, my clan is leaderless, and I endure humiliation through servitude, seeking only for you to spare my clan."
"How laughable, I have invited my own disgrace, becoming a jest."
"Seeking favor to no avail, besmirching my purity for a false name."
"How have I fallen to such a state?"
Jiang Fan gradually ceased his struggles.
Empress Beixue released Jiang Fan's hands, sat up, and buried her head in her knees, shedding silent tears.
Though voiceless, sorrow permeated the tent.
