Sang Yan returned to her residence, her mood heavy.
Upon seeing He Ying in the room, the sense of suffocation in her heart finally dispersed a bit.
"I'm back."
He Ying beckoned to her, setting aside the petition in his hand.
Sang Yan nodded and walked over.
He extended his hand, pulling her to sit on his lap; he rested his chin on her shoulder and said affectionately, "I've been waiting for you for a long time. Why did you only come back now?"
He held her tight, as if he were whining.
He also noticed the faint scent of medicinal herbs on her and frowned, "You have the smell of medicine on you. Were you with that madwoman the whole time?"
In fact, He Ying knew and tacitly approved of Sang Yan's last encounter with Hong Zhao, but when she actually went and stayed for so long, he was displeased.
He didn't like others occupying her heart.
Even if it was a woman, he was jealous.
