She rose, went to the corner, and opened a box. From it, she drew a folded piece of parchment. "She left this for you. If you should come."
Wuyi took it with a bow. "Your servant, my lady. May I express my congratulations on your elevation, and my—" He stopped. Swallowed. "I will make a donation to the Pavilion. Please give Lady Liwei my congratulations and my kindest regards."
He reached the courtyard. Toby was holding his horse. He was tired.
Wuyi took the reins and vaulted into the saddle, aware, in that cursed part of him that was always awake, that he was on the stage, and that half of the Warriors of Tianqin were watching him.
Then he rode down the hill to his camp. He paused at the guard fire.
He was certain she wouldn't be coming with them.
Wuyi took the parchment from his breast and threw it in the fire unread.
