Chương 112: Crisis

A woman was sitting on her simple pouchy. 

She was incomparably beautiful and one can say she has crystal clear skin. 

She was in her deep thoughts. 

"Queen should I comb your hair?" She waved her and send away the maid. 

She has no mood to comb nor anything else.

Queen Zenna Shang did not talk to her husband, she thought that he was not a good father. 

They only one child and he did not do anything to bring their son from the enemy kingdom, what kind of circumstances he must be going through?

Just the thought of it shuddered her many times, she was mother how could she bear it, she was usually crying and it broke her health, she was looking thin and weak. 

The king never came to ask for her health and to share their grief. 

A man above forty-five years old was sitting on the throne, he was wearing splendiferous attire fitting to his position.