Han Moze slowly stepped into the Fallen Phoenix Palace and scanned the room with his solemn gaze.
Qing'er heard movement, then walked over to Han Moze. She held back the tears in her eyes and curtsied. "Qing'er, at your service your majesty."
Han Moze took a deep breath and softly said, "Rise."
Qing'er sniffled subtly, then straightened up. She held her hands in front of her and slightly lowered her head obediently.
Han Moze glanced emotionlessly at Qing'er, then walked over to the side of the writing table.
There was a sheet of fine writing paper nicely laid out on the table. He gently picked up the brush and dipped it in ink. He looked as though a thought came to mind, as his gaze became distracted and Liu Rushuang's gentle face came to mind.
