Song Sizhi had recently been miserable and annoyed!
Following that blind date with the toad, she had been relegated to the cold palace by Ya Ying, who had driven her out of the house.
That night, the call from Jiang Muwan in the wee hours hadn't been given much thought,
nor did she take it to heart, until she snapped back to reality and it was obviously too late.
Jiang Muwan, who'd been hung up on by Song Sizhi, sat on the study's sofa with a hidden torment in her heart, feelings of unrest, doubt, and so on, taking turns playing out.
She thought, it shouldn't be.
The commotion in C City had become this severe, yet there was not even a whisper from the Capital.
It shouldn't be!
That night, Jiang Muwan had difficulty sleeping.
People with concerns weighing on their minds feel tormented even when lying in bed, a torment of all sorts.
How could that feeling be described?
Like a fishbone stuck in the throat.
