The aides returned to the Eastern Palace under the cover of night.
Xiao Ze, with hands clasped behind his back, inquired, "Well? Did Chen Qiaoyue agree?"
The aides shook their heads, "Chen Qiaoyue did not agree!"
Xiao Ze's expression darkened; being unable to get Chen Qiaoyue on his side was tantamount to obstructing the path to kill those four dead men.
"However, although he did not agree, he did not seem completely indifferent. Perhaps it's because I am of lowly status and my words carry little weight. He may need a personal guarantee from Your Highness. If you meet him personally, perhaps he might agree," suggested the aide.
Xiao Ze frowned, "This palace is in confined reflection."
