"He'll be fine. He is the Emperor, the Son of Heaven, blessed with great fortune."
Sang Jue steadied her shoulders, consoling her, "There must be some misunderstanding. Ruoshui... I'll take you back first."
He intended to send her back to Qingning Palace and then go to see Sang Ruoshui to investigate the truth.
"No."
Sang Yan shook her head, with tears streaming down she said, "I can't go back. I can't. He's injured, in a very dangerous state, and I have a husband-killing fate—it will only harm him."
Sang Jue didn't believe in these superstitions, his intuition pointed to foul play, but seeing her in such a state, he refrained from saying more and instead asked, "Then where do you want to go?"
He was unfamiliar with the Imperial Palace and didn't know how to arrange things for her.
It was too cold.
She needed to return somewhere warm.
