Xiang Ying, upon hearing her tears, couldn't help but think, "Huh, that does seem rather sad!"
The sorrowful Sang Ruoshui just couldn't understand, "What is going on? In terms of looks, she isn't better than Sang Yan! Could it be—"
"Could she have bewitched the Emperor with some kind of sorcery? Otherwise, why would the Emperor only have eyes for her, completely oblivious to everyone else?"
Sang Ruoshui wept, talking to herself and then laughed bitterly at her own ridiculous thoughts. "Such things don't exist in this world. If they did, why would there still be so many lovesick men and women? Besides, if such sorcery exists, why would Sang Yan have it and not me? Am I not even as fortunate as her?"
Xiang Ying hung her head, listening quietly and patiently to Sang Ruoshui's rambles.
This was her chance to curry favor with Sang Ruoshui.
Just because Sang Ruoshui was out of favor now didn't mean it would be forever.
A man's heart is ever fickle.
