Yu Hua's heart clenched in pain, looking at the gruesome cut on Ning Zhilian's face, and she raised her hand, her finger reaching out to touch the wound.
However Ning Zhilian shook her head "Don't touch it, Hua'er."
Yu Hua's hand trembled and she retracted her hand, her eyes quivering in sorrow. "Lady Zhilian, w-what happened? How did you get that wound?" she stammered.
Ning Zhilian's gaze lowered "It is during the day of the coup. That day... the rebels suddenly infiltrated the palace and began their assault."
"I was sleeping that night, so the time I heard the commotion and the screams of soldiers, it was too late."
"I quickly went to Mother's room but on my way there, I saw the ministers killing our Father. But I just stood there helplessly as they plunged their weapons into his chest."
"So I rushed to my mother's room to check on her and there too... I was too late. What I saw was... Mother's burning corpse."