Sang Yan ultimately didn't soften her heart to let He Ying visit Sang Ruoshui.
Yet, she herself was quite diligent in visiting.
For three consecutive days, she reported daily.
Of course, Sang Ruoshui had no desire to see her.
Sang Yan knew this and didn't stay long each time she visited; she just glanced at Sang Ruoshui's complexion, asked the Imperial Physician a few questions about her recuperation, and then left as if just going through the motions.
That day, after leaving Yuesang Palace and returning to Qingning Palace, she unexpectedly encountered He Ying.
Oh, and there was also a young man kneeling on the ground, dressed in azure cloth.
The youth was tall with wheat-colored skin and handsome features, but his eyes betrayed a hint of arrogance.
His black hair was loose, held only by a jade hairpin, and his wide-sleeved robe endowed him with an air of stern detachment.
"Who is this?"
