Xue Xing sat back down in his grand chair. He did not rush to speak, resting his left hand on the armrest and tapping it with his fingers.
Thump, thump, thump.
One beat after another, like a metronome.
Xue Beng stood there blankly, not even daring to breathe too loudly.
The two slap marks on his face hurt and itched. He wanted to scratch them, but after glancing at Xue Xing, he did not dare move.
He had talked a big game just now.
But he had no idea whether his imperial uncle had believed him.
Only after half a tea's time of silence did Xue Xing stop tapping and give him a long, hard look.
"Come with me."
After saying that, he rose and headed into the inner room.
Xue Beng's heart leaped with joy. He knew those two slaps had not been for nothing, and he eagerly followed after him.
After several twists and turns, the two stopped before a secret chamber.
Xue Xing activated the mechanism in the wall. Once Xue Beng entered, he personally shut the stone door tightly behind him.
The chamber was not large. Thick walls surrounded it on all sides, with a table and several chairs in the middle.
"Sit."
Xue Beng obediently sat down. Xue Xing pulled out the chair opposite him and took a seat as well.
"Since you said all that just now, I will believe you one last time."
"But once you leave this door, everything you hear next must rot in your stomach. Not a single word is to leak out."
"Imperial Uncle, please speak. I will never disappoint you."
Seeing how serious his imperial uncle was, Xue Beng's expression turned solemn as well.
Xue Xing studied him for a moment before telling him about Tang Hao's late-night