At the Imperial Preceptor's Residence.
In the courtyard.
Qi Ye was brewing tea at this moment. When Feng Yili arrived, he did not look up at all as he said lightly, "You're here."
It was as though Qi Ye had already expected Feng Yili to come tonight.
Feng Yili walked over to Qi Ye and drew his sword. He said icily, "Do you know why she fainted?"
Qi Ye looked at the sword pressed against his neck and chuckled, clearly fearless. Then, he said, "Prince Regent, after so many years, this is the first time I've seen you lose your composure like this. Even when the Emperor and I plotted to kill you, you were still very calm. Why are you so impulsive now?"
"What do you want?" Feng Yili asked in a frigid tone.
Qi Ye raised an eyebrow as he pushed Feng Yili's sword away. Then, he asked nonchalantly, "What if I say that I want your life?"
