The Shadow Guards of Xie Jue, though stationed a distance away from the study, remained staunchly loyal to their master. While they couldn't overhear the conversation inside, their sharp eyes stayed fixed on the study. Ying Er and Ying Liu stood upon the roof, ensuring that no one bypassed them to enter this crucial space. Ordinarily, once Xie Jue entered the study, the lamps would be lit immediately. Yet, after a quarter of an hour, the study remained shrouded in darkness.
Ying Liu couldn't help but mutter, "What is the Prince doing? Why hasn't he lit the lamps? Discussing matters in pitch darkness—is he serious?"
Ying Er, "..."
"I know—perhaps the study has run out of lamp oil."
"Then why hasn't the Prince come out to have someone deliver some lamp oil?"
"Exactly, why?"
"Hah!"
Ying Er stood steadily, sword in hand, choosing not to respond.
