Morning.
Wei Liuying walked out of her temporary residence and saw Xie Jing standing with resentful expression. After the secret talk last night, she was sure that the man had already told Xie Jing the gist of what had happened.
"How do you know?" Xie Jing asked with a grunt.
"It's not hard to guess," Wei Liuying replied unhurriedly. She walked to the front and noticed that there was faint gong sound from a distance. "I'm not too knowledgeable, but it's the signal that tell the Emperor had died, right?"
Xie Jing was stunned and looked to a distance. His expression turned grave. "It's true…"
"So quick," Wei Liuying murmured
"Pardon?"
"It's nothing." Turning her head away, Wei Liuying's eyes glinted with a trace of determination. "It's time."
"Yes."
"I would like to ask for some help, Soldier Xie Jing. I hope you can listen to my request."
