Meng Fuyao thought and thought about all the possibilities and impossibilities, and felt dizzy-eyed.
Ya Lanzhu kept her eyes on her at all times, until they turned red. She pulled the curtain aside, and two men could be seen shuffling their feet back and forth, waiting.
"I don't care anymore. It's so hard to see her like this." It was Zhan Beiye who had spoken. He let out a deep sigh.
"Congrats, you can take advantage of her vulnerability," Zong Yue stated.
"Bullshit!" Zhan Beiye burst out. "Can you be more humane?"
Zong Yue responded with a low, cold laugh, before continuing with a higher voice, "I think you all need another rain-soaking. Can news from King De's side be trusted? Can you believe what you hear? Just a few words and here you are, making so much noise?"
