"This potion is something I've recently concocted, though I'm not sure about its effects."
Hee Qingshan and Ling Shishi watched as Qiann Yan approached them, trembling with fear, and began to shout for help.
"Stop yelling. There's no one here; I gave them a day off," Qiann Yan reminded. "Besides, you're both doomed to die of illness, shouting won't help anyway."
Always unwilling to resign to fate, this time Hee Qingshan finally felt fear. He immediately knelt down, knocking his head on the ground until it bled, hoping Qiann Yan would spare his life. He pleaded that he would not dare again.
"Yan'er, I won't dare again. Please forgive me for the sake of the years we've shared. I am willing to stay in the Cold Palace and atone for my sins. I won't have any other thoughts."
