"Did Concubine Xi yield?"
He asked calmly, as if indifferent.
The Emperor guessed that she did yield. She never cared about the hierarchy; when asked to bow or kowtow, she would comply, yet in her heart, she didn't see herself as a servant, nor did she see others as serving her. If this were said to Yun Jiao herself, she might say, "Isn't this just the baseline for us transmigrators?" But that's not entirely true; the later generations also classify people into ranks. Having witnessed too much life and death, she wasn't bound by these shackles.
However, there were times when, driven by her mood, her words could be quite unforgiving.
In that instant, the Emperor considered various possibilities.
If not for liking her, why ponder over her so?
