Qing Ya's eyes flickered with a shade of sadness. She did not respond, silently arranging Consort Liu comfortably, skillfully helping her lie down and covering her with a thick blanket, flattening the corners and lowering the curtains.
Before leaving, she squatted down to pick up a handkerchief that had fallen to the floor, placed a clean one by the pillow, and after one final check that everything was correct, she stood up, intending to take the blood-stained handkerchief out.
Before she stepped out, she heard the person on the bed muttering, "They are all vile creatures, death is too good for them..."
It was like a delirious dream, yet it seemed to come from deep within her soul.
Qing Ya's throat choked up. She knew her master's heart harbored only hatred now, devoid of any vitality, and she dared not advise her master to let go of that hatred. If she did, her master might not hold on much longer...
How long can such days last?
