"Are you alright?"
Seeing Su Pan'er's troubled look, Ye Han furrowed his brows with concern.
"I'm fine, just feeling a bit sentimental!"
Su Pan'er sighed. She recalled the youth in the side palace hall whose words resonated with conviction: "I, Qin Feimo, swear! As long as I, Qin Feimo, still breathe, I will never let anyone harm you, including myself!"
The words are still fresh, but everything has changed.
The sense of loss in Su Pan'er's eyes pained Ye Han, who fell briefly silent before speaking: "Your Highness, you mustn't dwell on it. If he insists on walking the path of wickedness, let him be!"
"It's hard to say whether it's wickedness or not."
Su Pan'er lamented, her thoughts drifting to the deceased Feng Xiyue, and to the child Qin Kongyang, still trapped within the deep palace.
She remembered discussing Qin Kongyang's situation with Qin Feimo once, only for the two to part on bad terms.
