The old man didn't turn his head and said, "Go where it's cool. In three days it's the Peace Festival, and I'm afraid someone may plot against His Majesty. You'd better hurry up with your array."
The hunchbacked old woman grinned, toothless, which looked somewhat eerie, and she said slowly, "Yes, someone is going to plot against His Majesty."
The old man's hands paused, he turned around, looked at the hunchbacked old woman, and slightly frowned, "Do you know who will act?"
The hunchbacked old woman shook her head and said, "Who knows."
The old man remained silent.
After a moment, the old man said, "If you know, you'd better inform the Qintian Observatory in advance, so the blame won't fall on us."
The hunchbacked old woman glanced at the old man, looked into the distance, and said slowly, "If I really said anything, who knows how many would die, perhaps even..."
She retracted her gaze, stared at the old man, and said slowly, "I might lose my friend."
