Zhuo Ya let Gao Yang hold her hand and asked with her eyes downcast, "Will he be sentenced to death?"
"Of course, don't tell me you're feeling sympathy for Gu Yanting now?"
Gao Yang grinned and laughed.
"Ah Ya, you mustn't feel sympathy for Gu Yanting."
Mustn't... feel sympathy for Gu Yanting!
Zhuo Ya pinched her palm and said with a bite of her tongue, "I don't feel sympathy for Gu Yanting."
"That's good, the plan went very well, next is your testimony in court, and Gu Yanting's death is certain."
Certain death?
The proud son of heaven, after this, would become a prisoner at the foot of the platform.
"Zhuo Ya, do you want to see Song Zhe? I've hidden Song Zhe's ashes somewhere else, let me take you to see Song Zhe."
Gao Yang looked at Zhuo Ya's pale face, a dark glint flashing through his black eyes.
He looked at Zhuo Ya and said in an even tone.
Pinching her palm, Zhuo Ya nodded lightly, "Okay."
She wanted to see Song Zhe.
She missed Song Zhe.
About an hour later.
