C216 Resist It

The teacup in Chi Hongze's hand fell heavily to the ground, right behind Yun Zhiyu.

Splashing pieces of porcelain slid across Yun Zhiyu's arm, cutting her arm through the gauze. Blood flowed down her fingers, drop by drop.

If one asked if it hurt, it would naturally hurt, but it wasn't that painful.

"Your Majesty, are you angry? Don't be angry. I am not angry