"I won't. No matter who she is, I'd never like her."
"Liar. I don't want to see you right now."
Sang Yan sent him out.
She was angry, the kind that couldn't be coaxed.
He Ying stood outside the hall, turned to Pei Muyang, and asked for help, "What to do? How to soothe her?"
He'd already lost all his dignity, so he didn't care about it anymore.
Pei Muyang had overheard their conversation and after thinking for a while, said with an apologetic smile, "This servant thinks that Lord Sang does mind the existence of the Empress. Think about it, no woman wants to lower herself to become a concubine. Even if it's a Noble Consort, in the end, she's still a noble concubine."
He Ying realized this as well.
He stroked his chin and wandered outside the hall for a while, before going to the main hall.
Inside the main hall,
Empress Pei Wenjun removed her hairpins to plead for mercy, her long hair flowing loose as she knelt straight.
