Yang Qing quickly pulled back his wayward thoughts before they drifted beyond his control. While his vast abilities as a palace realm expert allowed him to hold over seven different conversations with seven different people simultaneously—tracking every single detail and still having time to sneak in a daydream or two—given the gravity of the matter, and the toll it was clearly taking on Xia Fang to speak it out, the least he could do was offer her his undivided attention, especially now, when it looked like she was nearing the end of her story.
Xia Fang, who was looking more low-spirited by the second, stretched out her palms in front of her as she stared at them. The way she looked at them made it seem as though they were tainted, despite them lacking even a single blemish on them. With how smooth they looked, they appeared less like human hands and more like sculptures carved from the finest milky bronze jade.
