However, he remained quietly attentive as always.
Until he escorted Shen Hua back to her room.
His eyes suppressed emotions, yet he gently let go of the girl's hand, giving her some light instructions before heading to the neighboring room.
Some unfinished official business had already been sent to the side room 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 a rhythmical knocking at the door.
He went to open it.
The girl, with her hair down, her pale face aglow, was holding a soft pillow, harmless and gentle. She bent down to slip inside, looking around. The furnishings were not much different from the next room.
Approaching the desk, she glanced inadvertently, and her gaze fixed. As she read word by word, a huge tumult arose.
"The Fourth Prince has raised private troops? Is he plotting to usurp the throne and force a palace coup?"
