Sang Yan: "..."
What does that have to do with her?
Even prayers for an heir had fallen on her shoulders.
As if the heir could be born just because she wished it so.
He Ying's thoughts were the opposite of hers.
He believed that the Empress Dowager, on her deathbed, had finally shown wisdom by praying to the right person.
And even improved his mood.
What that cunning servant said was right; a person's words on their deathbed tend to be kind.
"Sang Yan, you must promise me, promise me——"
Seeing Sang Yan remain silent, the Empress Dowager grew anxious, reached out to grab someone, but accidentally fell off the bed.
Immediately, a palace maid tried to help her: "Empress Dowager——"
"Don't touch me!"
The Empress Dowager shouted angrily and crawled toward where Sang Yan was.
She was acting crazy, utterly disregarding the dignity of the Empress Dowager.
Sang Yan felt she was subjected to moral coercion.
She wanted to move back, to leave, but it was too late!
