The Fourth Master sat in the Qianqing Palace, sneering incessantly: "I have indeed failed her deeply. The Fourteenth Master also gained nothing!"
She used to love the Fourteenth Master more deeply than anyone back then, but now, why does it not matter?
The Fourth Master felt both anger and a sense of satisfaction in his heart.
Now she's not being partial?
"How is the Fourteenth Master?" the Fourth Master asked.
"Replying to His Majesty, the Fourteenth Master is quite depressed now. His daily routine hasn't been good these days either," unable to eat or sleep well.
"Forget it, let him come into the palace," the Fourth Master waved his hand.
Su Peisheng sighed and couldn't help but sympathize with the Fourteenth Master.
The Fourteenth Master came to the palace at night, and the Fourth Master had already eaten.
He didn't ask whether he had eaten or not, and still in the Qianqing Palace, the Fourteenth Master felt somewhat awkward after paying his respects.
