"So angry?"
Qi Wuya looked at Sang Yan with surprise in his eyes and chuckled, "I thought you would be thrilled if I became a foolish ruler. It seems you do care about me."
Listening to his narcissistic words, Sang Yan no longer wanted to pay him any attention and snorted coldly as she walked toward the palace.
Just then, someone beat a drum at the Meridian Gate.
The drumming heralded a cry for injustice.
"Boom, boom, boom—"
The drumming was loud and forceful.
It was clear that the person beating the drum had been greatly wronged.
Qi Wuya, curious, glanced at a Palace Attendant beside him and ordered, "Go see who it is!"
"Yes."
The Palace Attendant quickly left.
Qi Wuya then walked with Sang Yan into the palace.
It was warm inside.
He took the hot tea a Palace Attendant handed him and drank two cups in quick succession, which warmed him up and made him feel revived.
"Get the frostbite ointment."
