Everyone was silent.
Blood was gushing out from Mo Zhao's chest, and even his lips were bleeding.
His body trembled as he pulled out a gold hairpin from his wound and threw it onto the floor.
It seemed like Gu Xijiu had stabbed him with the hairpin. It was about 20 centimeters long, and his face was pale as the hairpin had penetrated through his heart.
One would have immediately died if something penetrated through their heart. However, Mo Zhao was different as he could still stand and spoke, "Gu Xijiu, you pretender! Where did you get the hairpin!?"
Mo Zhao always felt insecure and doubtful. Hence, he was always well prepared. Even though he knew that Gu Xijiu had amnesia and only liked him, he did not give her any weapons or sharp objects. Though the Phoenix Cornet was amazingly beautiful and luxurious, it was made entirely out of pearls and gems, and there were no sharp objects attached to it. There was not even a single mini hairpin or hair clip att...