The blood-curdling scream instantly tore through the hall's boisterous atmosphere. Everyone turned to look in the direction of Princess Shu.
Princess Shu had fallen from her chair. She was sitting on the floor, her eyes shimmering with frightened tears.
The hand that had landed on her shoulder belonged to King Shu.
He had just arrived for the banquet and was about to greet his wife when he saw her sitting alone, lost in a daze.
He hadn't expected that a single touch from him would startle Princess Shu so much that she would fall to the ground.
The moment she saw King Shu, her face filled with terror.
King Shu frowned discreetly. Noticing that everyone was looking their way, he hastily and frantically pulled his wife to her feet.
"Yue He, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Princess Shu composed herself slightly, but she couldn't stop trembling. Held in King Shu's arms, she only felt a wave of nausea.
