"The Young Master's mother has returned. She's been crying and clamoring to see her mother. Venerable King, why won't you let the noble female see her child?" the old man asked, looking up at the man on the high throne in confusion.
Sha remained silent. 'Only he knew the despicable thoughts he harbored in his heart.'
These past few days, Sang Luo had grown so dependent on him... He filled her heart and her gaze. She was his shadow, never leaving his side, and she let him do as he pleased. Her soft, warm, fragrant presence was intoxicating, a dream he never wanted to wake from.
Sha loved this version of Sang Luo, the one who depended on him completely. He selfishly wanted to keep things just as they were.
He was afraid that seeing the child would make Sang Luo recall her past.
"You've arrived, my lady." The respectful voice of a servant came from outside the hall.
