Huh?
Lady Xixi's answer made Tan Ying furrow her brow slightly, though she didn't think much of it at the time.
"Over a month? Just hearing that makes me jealous!"
The next moment, she let out a long sigh, her tone brimming with genuine envy.
"But you really must have enjoyed yourself, being able to spend so long in one place."
"Only on the first day."
At that, Xixi shook her head again.
"After that, I just waited there."
Of course!
Fu Qian pulled his gaze away from the bloodstained hospital room and glanced at his client.
Over a month—it matched the time when this woman had sent him that message almost perfectly.
"Waited there? Waited for what—"
Tan Ying asked instinctively, then abruptly turned to look at Fu Qian.
Couldn't possibly be... waiting for a chance to meet this consultant, could she?
That would be ridiculous!
Tan Ying felt her throat grow dry.
This was no longer about whether she was putting on airs.
Over a month—back in the day, people in the capital didn't have to wait much longer than that for an audience with the emperor.
"Yes."
Xixi confirmed her guess, then looked deeply at Fu Qian, a faint smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"Because my consultant never replied to my message."
If this had happened just moments ago, Tan Ying might have interpreted that expression as lovestruck or something of the sort. But in light of what Xixi had just said, it sent a chill down her spine.
The three of them stood in a hospital room straight out of a horror movie.
The bed was a mess, the restraints had been torn out of shape, and blood and letters covered the walls. They could even make out what looked like marks