Once the noise from the conversation in the next room quieted down, someone walked out of the side chamber, their footsteps fading away, and the corridor returned to its previous silence.
Zhui Ying carefully glanced in the direction of his Majesty, waiting for instructions.
Si Chu's eyes were downcast, the flickering candlelight cast on his sharp profile, the luminous shadows pulsating in the depths of his eye sockets, casting a faint shadow that rendered him somewhat enigmatic.
After a while, he rose calmly, leisurely dusted off his sleeves, and said in a tone that betrayed no emotion, "Let's go, the play has reached its most thrilling part, it's time to verify the results."
Zhui Ying detected an undercurrent of roiling waves in his calm voice and, understanding, bowed his head respectfully, "I will arrange it at once."
Having said that, he slipped out of the window silently.
