Song Yunzhao was never one to be ruled by her heart. Ever since she'd transmigrated into this world, she had faced the constant challenge of survival. Therefore, her first priority was always to place herself in the most advantageous position.
Only after she had secured her own footing could she spare the energy for anything else.
After entering the palace, her approach to Feng Yi was no different. With every step, she schemed to win his power, his men, and his heart.
She had never been a good person.
She just didn't want to be cannon fodder.
She wasn't a person with an abundance of goodwill. She always put herself before anyone else.
But in this very moment, meeting Feng Yi's eyes, the conscience she kept buried deep inside her suddenly gave a sharp pang.
His gaze was so sincere, and the guilt it held was practically overflowing.
Song Yunzhao found it a little hard to bear. She abruptly lowered her head.
