His bathhouse was quiet save for the steady splash of water against stone. Wei Tingche sank deeper into the steaming pool, closing his eyes as the tension of travel eased from his body.
His views on the royal family's ruthlessness and selfishness were refreshed today. He doubted that the emperor would even apologize to Fu Ling.
It was infuriating how they acted without remorse yet there was nothing he could do. Fu Ling himself probably knew that and had no expectations for them anymore.
It's no wonder the man had no will to live. For the first time. Wei Tingche felt that he might not have been a good friend in the past.
He hoped that wherever that person was now, he was happy. As for what happened in the camp before he left, Wei Tingche had long since forgotten about it. Or so he told himself.
