Sang Yan coldly looked at He Ying, as if to see whether he dared to respond.
But He Ying did respond.
He asked with a light laugh, "So, what severe punishment does the Empress envision?"
A relentless malice filled Sang Ruoshui's eyes, "Let's confine her to the Cold Palace."
He Ying agreed without hesitation, "Alright. Then she shall be confined to the Cold Palace."
Thus, Sang Ruoshui watched as the guards rushed in and dragged Sang Yan out like a log, like dragging a dead dog.
Hahaha.
What a delightful dream!
Sang Ruoshui woke up laughing.
After waking, daylight had already broken.
She looked at the cold bedspread, her smile rigid at the corners of her lips, her heart split open, cold wind whistling through.
Truly pitiable.
Compared with the joy in her dream, reality showed more tragedy.
Sang Ruoshui had no choice but to hide in her dreams.
