The man was Tang Shaogong.
Li Sangruo's vision blurred.
She could not see Tang Shaogong's face clearly, but that vague silhouette, along with the calm voice devoid of any emotion...
Made her feel as though she had seen a savior.
"Uncle Shaogong..."
She called out, but no sound came out; only a series of indistinct sobs rolled out of her throat...
Then, she heard Tang Shaogong say a sentence.
"She is alive, and still able to thwart Pei Jue. Dead, we would still have to spend money on her funeral... Prime Minister, why not spare her life?"
Thwart Pei Jue...
Li Sangruo had heard this phrase countless times before.
She used to believe it...
Heard too much of it, blind self-confidence.
Believed that she was special to Pei Jue, that he must care about her, that there was an unbreakable bond between them...
Regrettably, even after fleeing to Yecheng, she never saw Pei Jue influenced by her.
Never once.
She really wanted to know what Tang Shaogong meant by "thwart."
