In one swift motion, An Jing dislocated one of Empress Xu's arms.
Empress Xu immediately screamed in agony.
The guards all rushed in, but none dared to attack An Jing. Since An Jing wasn't trying to escape, if they laid hands on her, the Emperor would surely punish them severely, so they just stood by and watched.
"Help, quickly help me..." Empress Xu cried out, her forehead drenched in cold sweat from the pain, her beautifully made-up face contorted. She begged the guards for help, but none paid her any heed.
Once An Jing had dislocated Empress Xu's arm, she gave her a push, and the frail Empress, who had no martial arts skills, immediately fell to the ground.
"My arm... my arm..." Empress Xu was extremely terrified, thinking her arm was broken.
An Jing felt no sympathy for Empress Xu at all. Observing her previous behavior, she knew that Empress Xu was nothing like the gentle and virtuous Ning Wenxian. Empress Xu was definitely not a benevolent person.
