Fourth Prince's Mansion.
Chang'an looked at Duanmu Chen, who had been sitting in deep thought for a long time, and said to break the silence, "Is the Master all right?"
Duanmu Chen shook his head, "He's fine." He looked out through the window at the gloomy sky that had been darkening since morning, as if it was going to rain, but it didn't.
The air was a bit stuffy, Duanmu Chen stood up, took a long breath, walked to the window, and turned his back to Chang'an. "Is there any movement in the palace?"
Chang'an shook his head, "Imperial Concubine has not sent out any messages. The eldest prince entered the palace and has not been heard from since. The second prince's mansion is preparing for a funeral."
"By now, Su Liang and Xing Ji should have set out. I knew she wouldn't come to say goodbye to me," Duanmu Chen huffed.
Chang'an was slightly taken aback, "It's urgent, and it's not convenient for Miss Su to come here during the day."
