"Sang Ruoshui, you have some nerve!"
He Ying's face was stern as he rebuked her sharply.
The Sang Family might indulge Sang Ruoshui, but he certainly did not.
Were it not for the sake of Sang Yan, Sang Ruoshui would have been driven out of the palace long ago, with no chance of such disrespect.
The Emperor's fury startled everyone from the Sang Family.
Even Suxi, who had been quietly eating and playing the invisible, shivered and glanced at Sang Jue, questioning whether they should kneel and beg for forgiveness.
Sang Jue understood the meaning in her eyes, smiled gently, and shook his head.
He was confident that with Sang Yan present, the Emperor would not truly lose his temper with the Sang Family members.
Sang Ruoshui felt the same—with Sang Yan around, even if the Emperor became angry, his rage would be limited.
But after all, she was the one who had angered the Emperor, and she was frightened, hastily kneeling on the ground, full of regret.
