But as always, he quietly played the role of a listener.
Until he sent Shen Hua back to her room.
With restrained eye color, he let go of the girl's hand, gave her some instructions, and went to the neighboring room. The official documents he hadn't dealt with had already been sent to the side chamber by Ji Qing.
Shen Hua watched his figure disappear into the night before she entered to bathe and change clothes.
An hour later.
Cui Yun heard the rhythmic knocking outside the door.
He went to open it.
The girl's hair was scattered, her pale little face glowing radiantly. She was holding a soft pillow, bent over to slip in, looking around, the furnishings similar to those in the neighboring room.
Approaching the desk, she caught a glimpse of the documents and her gaze fixed in place. As she read word by word, a tremendous shock set in.
"The Fourth Prince has raised a private army? Is he intending to conspire and usurp the throne by forcing the Emperor's hand?"
