章 387: Heaven's Chosen Son

The large palace was empty and quiet.

Situ Xingchen walked in slowly, and her footsteps reverberated throughout the empty room, sounding extra sinister.

All sorts of smashed items were strewn all over the floor, looking very messy.

Situ Xingchen avoided them expressionlessly and walked straight inside, finally seeing the Empress in the innermost part of the room.

Si Huijing was wearing a messy and dirty palace attire that looked like it hadn't been changed in a few days. One could even vaguely see some dark-red stains.

Her face was very pale, her lips were cracked, and her eyes were unfocused. Motionless, her entire person was huddled into a ball as she lay in a corner of the bed.

One look at her, and one would think that she had stopped breathing.

It was obvious that the Empress had experienced countless tortures in these short few days.