She yanked them off without a care for how much hair hung detached. Her hand with the hairpin slashed towards the neck of another maid.
At that moment, she had no reason left in her, impelled by instinct to stab and slash at anyone who tried to lay hands on her child.
Fourth Master arrived just in time to witness this scene.
He had to admit, he was utterly shocked.
A crowd surrounded mother and son. The Fifth Prince was crying heart-wrenchingly; Zaozao's hair hung down over half her face, one hand clutching a bloody silver hairpin, her beautiful fox-like eyes filled with murderous intent.
Standing there, she looked utterly deranged.
Fourth Master couldn't bother with propriety or greetings; he strode forward in a few quick steps, "What is this commotion?"
