"You're finally awake."
He Ying saw her wake and his tense expression relaxed, but when he noticed her eyes were vacant and spiritless, he grew worried, "Why aren't you speaking? Has the fever addled your brain?"
Sang Yan: "..."
Of course she hadn't been addled by the fever.
But if she pretended to be, could she leave the Imperial Palace?
That nightmare-like memory startled her again.
Do not get close to men, it will bring misfortune.
In a daze—
He Ying got fierce: "Sang Yan, speak! If you dare to have something wrong, I'll have all those Imperial Physicians buried with you!"
Sang Yan: "..."
This bloodthirsty tyrant!
Dog Emperor!
She glanced at the Imperial Physicians prostrating on the ground, trembling, some of them with graying hair, clearly in their twilight years.
Truly pitiable.
Does this dog Emperor not understand respect for the old and love for the young?
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"