Shen Tang's grip on the wine glass tightened slightly.
Ripples spread through the wine, one circle after another.
She should have answered, "I don't know," or "What does that have to do with me?"
But what she asked was, "So, what happened afterward?"
Shen Tang didn't know why she asked this question, instinctively blurting it out, perhaps out of curiosity.
Fu Ying shook his head, with a bit of a regretful tone as if he hadn't finished gossiping, "I also don't know what happened afterward. It's a private matter of His Majesty, and I'm just a small servant with no guts to ask His Majesty! Still, according to the attendants in the palace, since that night when His Majesty was critically injured and went into a coma from the assassination attempt, they've never seen His Majesty carry that jade carving again."
"I guess~ maybe it got lost! Besides, with so many treasures presented to His Majesty every year, perhaps he wore it for two days and got tired of it; who knows."
