A look of panic crossed Sang Zhi's face, but it subsided when he saw that Pangtuan had fallen onto a palace maid.
"Pangtuan, are you okay? Did you get hurt?" Nanxiang hurried over, pulling her up with some effort.
Ye Qianning stood up. "I'm fine, it's just..."
As she spoke, she lifted her small hand, her fingers clutching a huge tuft of hair.
Nanxiang craned her neck, her pupils widening. Her mouth formed an "O" as she silently turned to look at Sang Shu.
Sang Shu was clutching her scalp, her gaze fixed on Ye Qianning's small hand...
The scene was now exceptionally quiet.
Sang Zhen's hand was finally free. She clutched it to her chest, sobbing. When she looked up, she too saw the hair in Ye Qianning's hand and was so shocked she forgot to cry.
A spring breeze blew past—
Ye Qianning opened her little hand, and with a SWOOSH, the hair was carried away by the spring breeze.
Sang Zhi: "..."
