Imperial Tutor Zhang, who should have died in the great fire, had somehow come back alive.
Half of his face was burned, rendering him unrecognizable.
The Empress Dowager looked at him, then glanced at the child in the swaddle.
She suddenly burst into laughter.
"Indeed, heaven doesn't seal off all exits."
The opportunity Yan Wanqing spoke of had indeed presented itself.
With this child, she would have a chance to negotiate with Yan Wanqing.
Wasn't that much more stable than relying on the seventh Prince, who was locked in the dungeon, his fate unknown and his sanity in question?
"Since I have been captured, I have nothing more to say, you may kill or beat me as you wish." Zhang closed his eyes and resigned himself to his fate.
The Empress Dowager released her grip and slowly stood up: "After all, we are old acquaintances. Back in the day, you helped a lot with my dozens of treasures; wouldn't letting you die so easily be too kind to you?"
