The annex was filled with steaming heat.
Shen Yinning fingered the bronze key hanging on her chest.
This was a relic that her brother had entrusted to Yan Zhehai to give her. She still did not know where the corresponding lock was.
She repeatedly recalled the words her father and brother had said before the whole family was imprisoned, but they were just ordinary conversations, without a single clue to indicate that the disaster had stemmed from her.
Cui Ji came over holding a tray.
On the tray were a small white porcelain urn filled with flower petals, a fragrant soap cream, and two snow-white towels.
He scattered the flower petals into the bath barrel. "The ramblings of dying men, Your Highness, are nothing to take to heart. Back then, you were just a naive young girl, unaware of worldly matters. How could you have caused such calamity?"
