After hearing the news that Yuan Shilan had passed, Nalan Hongye remained silent for a long while. Wen Yuan left the room, along with her servants.
She recalled the last time she saw the cold lady. Her face was bandaged. Even if her wounds were not visible, it was easy to imagine how badly her face had been disfigured through the bloodstains on the bandage.
She looked at Nalan Hongye calmly and said, "Even if it's not me, it won't be you."
Nalan smiled plainly. Given her status, it was inadequate of her to visit a concubine who had been alienated. However, she still visited her in the end. This instant, faced with her disparaging remarks, she did not react much. She looked at her quietly and blurted out a sentence which she had hidden for a long time, "Even if it's not you, you don't need to do this. Don't you know that the entire palace has been waiting for this day?"