Within the royal palace.
Today's meeting with Xiao Yi was not in the Imperial Study but in Emperor Qian's bedchamber.
Emperor Qian had also shed his usual solemn dragon robe, his casual attire appearing somewhat sloppy, yet Xiao Yi, fully aware of Emperor Qian's terror, did not dare to underestimate him. With his hands crossed in front of him, he stood quietly before Emperor Qian, wordless.
After a moment of silence.
Emperor Qian laid down his writing brush, his face wearing a faint smile, like the kind gaze a neighborly elder might cast upon Xiao Yi, "What are your thoughts on today's battle?"
Xiao Yi was momentarily stunned.
Then he understood.
Emperor Qian was surely referring to his insights from the battle with Yang Yuhuan.
In his mind, every single move from his exchange with Yang Yuhuan surfaced, no detail overlooked.
From the initial probing to the last moments of the fight.
