Palace attendants looked at each other, not daring to hide the truth and honestly relayed, "Emperor, Miss Hong Zhao said, 'My love knows no bounds, my love knows no bounds, bounds lie at the end of the world...'"
Qi Wuya frowned upon hearing this, "Is that all?"
He knew Hong Zhao liked him.
But she never showed it.
So, he pretended not to know.
Besides, he didn't like her either.
Now, it seemed, since she had died, she had spoken out.
But speaking out had no significance, it had no impact on him whatsoever.
He even blamed her for not holding on a bit longer.
Utterly useless.
He glanced at the body on the bed and waved his hand irritably, "Prepare the body for the coffin. See that she is buried honorably."
"Yes."
The Palace Attendants obeyed and began to bustle about.
Earlier, not knowing when the Emperor would return, they had turned off the underfloor heating, fearing the warm environment would not preserve the body for long.
Now, it was truly cold.
