I exchanged a glance with Imperial Noble Consort Chen. Determination and encouragement flashed in her eyes, as if she were saying, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." A warm current surged into my heart. To think that in this deep palace, someone would still treat me this way—how should I put it? It felt a bit like a fire in the dead of winter, glowing and warm.
To be honest, I didn't care at all about Wei Zhongxian's "You're dead."
Want to get rid of me?
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