Song Yuanbao thought of what he saw when he first entered Qingfang Palace, and felt a cold sensation running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He gave Zhao Xi a cold smile, "What's wrong? Shouldn't you be asking yourself this question?"
Zhao Xi hesitated for a moment, then ordered the litter to be lowered. He disembarked and walked towards Song Yuanbao along the stone arch bridge.
Song Yuanbao stood still, enveloped by an aura of remorse, self-blame, and sorrow.
Zhao Xi had already reached him, and it was clear that Wan Qiu was no longer breathing.
His heart sank, "What exactly happened?"
Song Yuanbao clenched his fists, his teeth gritted with audible fury, but managed not to explode. He lowered his eyes and said, "Arrange for a palace maid to clean her body so I can send her to Anle Hall."
"Can't you speak?"
Zhao Xi's voice was even calmer and more restrained than before.
