Zhao Qian shook his head, turned around, and walked into Hidden Dragon Palace.
After Long Yang had taken a bath in his sleeping quarters, he donned a moon-white inner garment and lay sideways on the couch to read.
When he saw Zhao Qian come in, he asked casually, "Has she left?"
"Yes," Zhao Qian stood beside him and replied respectfully.
Looking up and seeing his cold and aloof master sitting under the light, Zhao Qian hesitated before dropping his voice and saying, "Master, what the Virtuous Consort truly wants is the Emperor's sympathy. She looks rather pitiful to me…"
When Zhao Qian sensed the master's overwhelming gaze on him, his voice became softer and softer until he went completely silent.
