Sang Yan wouldn't think of him.
As soon as she saw him coming, she turned and went back into the hall, sitting down on the soft couch.
Qi Wuya followed, carelessly removing the gold cloak from his body and throwing it to You Ran.
Then, he took the hot tea Han Chen handed over and drank it all in one gulp.
"You may go rest too. There's no need to follow."
He sent Han Chen away, thinking about truly enjoying the pleasure of holding a delicate beauty in his arms.
"Yes."
Han Chen glanced at Sang Yan and, thinking about her husband-killing fate, hesitated for a moment but still withdrew.
"You may all leave as well."
Qi Wuya glanced at the Palace Attendants, thinking of clearing the room.
After all, Sang Yan was shy.
She would certainly feel quite embarrassed if they hugged and cuddled in front of them.
"Yes."
The Palace Attendants lowered their heads and filed out.
The hall became quiet.
The warm air filled the space, quickly warming his body as well.
