The sunset in Guyuan was a bit more magnificent than that of Luocheng City.
From afar, a round of red sun dyed the loess, the city walls, and the clouds all a shade of orange-red, as if the edge of the sky was ablaze, burning like a strong liquor slashing down one's throat.
But as soon as the sun dipped behind the city, the temperature dropped sharply.
Ji stood quietly by the window, peering through the crack at the street below, until the last trace of light disappeared from his face. Then he slowly closed the window.
It had been three hours since Chen Liqin had been summoned away by the Crown Prince, and there was still no sign of his return.
Ji turned his gaze to Zhang Xia, next to the other window, "How is it?"
