Rong Heng glanced at him, abruptly closing the canvas bag, his voice cold and hard: "No."
"...This humble servant has no new clothes for winter and is freezing! I'll freeze to death!"
"You didn't have any in previous years, why didn't I see you freeze to death?" Rong Heng retorted coldly, "If you want to die, go outside and die, don't die in Xiaoxiang Palace."
Jiu: ...
Alright, I shouldn't have asked Your Highness that question.
Rong Heng finished speaking, picked up the canvas bag, and took out the clothes he planned to wear tomorrow: "I'm going to sleep."
Jiu: Could Your Highness be any more impatient?
He walked out of the main hall, carrying a lamp, deciding to check on Zhang Fu's situation.
This eunuch, relying on Zhang Fengcai being his godfather, usually indulged in the pleasures of life, lazy and idle, never serving Your Highness, only showing enthusiasm when spying on them.
