That's right...
As a member of the Imperial Family, you're a pawn in the schemes of powerful officials, dead or alive. As long as you're of any use, they'll fight over you.
What do ancestral teachings about disabilities matter? The rules are always set by the living.
"Then you'd better remember to stay alive until I get my reward." Ye Qianning placed the small box on the table.
"Mm," Sang Zhi nodded emphatically.
Ye Qianning was amused by his dull yet earnest expression. Her small hand opened the box and took out a pill. "Here, eat this."
Sang Zhi took it and, without hesitation, obediently swallowed the pill.
"Aren't you going to ask what it is?"
"You wouldn't harm me."
"Wrong. What I just gave you was a poison. From now on, you must obey me. If you don't, you'll bleed from all seven orifices and die a gruesome death."
Sang Zhi's expression didn't change.
