"Then I will set this precedent."
He Ying glanced at her, frowned, and asked displeasedly, "Do you have an objection?"
Sang Ruoshui: "..."
Of course, she dared not object.
But she still forced out a faint smile and said softly, "None. However, Qingning Palace is the Emperor's sleeping quarters, and my sister and the Emperor have not yet had a grand wedding. Wouldn't it be better for her to temporarily stay at my Yuesang Palace?"
"No need."
He Ying didn't even think about it and directly refused, "The grand wedding is just a ceremony; it will be held sooner or later. Ah Yan is rightfully the Empress, and Qingning Palace is my sleeping quarters, so naturally, it is also hers."
Sang Ruoshui: "..."
This damn favoritism!
She could no longer force a smile and could only lower her head to conceal her jealousy and resentment.
Sang Yan, listening at the side, also felt it improper—after all, the most vital thing in the Imperial Palace was to abide by the rules.
