Chapter 039: Tragedy

No matter what, Sang Yan still agreed to the proposal.

He Ying was very efficient. By the time she had finished her bird's nest porridge and red bean and silver fungus soup, replenishing her strength, he issued a decree and arranged for her to move into the side hall of Qingning Palace.

"Congratulations, my lady. An Imperial Concubine—that's an unprecedented favor from the Emperor since his enthronement."

Pei Muyang followed her into the side hall of Qingning Palace, incessantly showering her with compliments.

His flattery was not without truth; the Emperor, being averse to the company of women, had indeed felt unwell, and there truly were no capable palace maids by his side.

Looking at it this way, Sang Yan was unique in every respect in the Imperial Palace.

"I'd rather this favor had gone to you."

Sang Yan remained unmoved and retorted sharply before lying down on the bed.

As for the Emperor?

Sang Yan simply said she was tired and barred him from entering.