Having had their evening meal, the night had completely fallen.
An Shuli left the Eastern Palace, but instead of returning to the King of Anyang's mansion, he went to where Cheng Zixiao was staying.
Hua Yan, having slept for half the day, felt no hint of sleepiness. She sat at the desk, gazing out at the rain, and asked Yun Chi with a smile, "Aren't you tired?"
Yun Chi shook his head and said softly, "Not tired."
Hua Yan propped her chin on her hand, tilted her head as if pondering for a while, and said, "Even if you're not tired, you should get some rest early. Tomorrow you need to deal with Prime Minister Zhao and arrange for many matters concerning Shuli's departure from the Capital City to manage water in the Chuanhe Valley area; it will be exhausting enough."
Yun Chi reached out to encircle her, drawing her slender body to his front, resting his chin on her shoulder, and murmured, "The divination you did for An Shuli was for my sake, wasn't it?"
