Nan Xun thought Jun Huang was feeling sorry for Shangguan Yue. “Don’t pity her. Someone with such a vicious heart doesn’t deserve your sympathy. She only has herself to blame for what happened.”

Jun Huang nodded. “Don’t worry. I feel no sympathy for her. I’m simply lamenting the unpredictability of fate.”

Nan Xun relaxed and let out a sigh. He didn’t want Jun Huang to see the cruel reality. For him, Jun Huang was the only ray of hope in the world. In her aloof eyes was a utopia the ancient scholars had written about.

Someone like her shouldn’t be subjected to human malice.

He pushed aside his thoughts. He didn’t want to talk to Jun Huang about the harsh truth of palace affairs. Oleg Cragfiend happened to arrive with a bowl of medicine, interrupting their conversation. Nan Xun sighed in relief.

Jun Huang took the bowl of medicine and finished it in one go. Oleg Cragfiend reached out to take her pulse. “You’re about...