C558 It Was Mottled and Unclear

The blood stains on those slender and fair hands had been frozen solid. Xie Si saw that Prime Minister Wuhua ignored him. He thought that she was angry, so he got off the carriage and rushed towards the old carriage. The driver pulled the rope and the old horse neighed in pain. Finally, it stopped, and Prime Minister Wuhua frowned slightly. He looked coldly at Xie Si, who was smiling beautifully