Without lingering, Sunday first went to the Moonlight Pavilion to investigate briefly, only to find that Tang Xiao and the others Xue Qinghe had mentioned were nowhere inside.
Only Tang Yuehua sat there playing her harp, singing from the score Sunday had given her.
Sunday walked soundlessly behind Tang Yuehua and listened to her sing quietly. Her voice was melodious and lilting, yet tinged with faint sorrow.
When the song ended, Tang Yuehua rested her hands on the strings and slowly let out a weary breath.
"What are you sad about?"
Seeing that Tang Yuehua had finished playing, Sunday spoke calmly from behind her, startling her at once.
Recognizing the familiar voice, Tang Yuehua turned and saw Sunday, and delight immediately lit up her face.
But a trace of worry soon followed. Naturally, none of her reactions escaped Sunday.
From the changes in her expression, he could tell that Tang Xiao's visit had certainly meant no good.
There was a good chance Xue Qinghe's suspicion that the Clear Sky Sect was colluding with Xue Beng was true.
Tang Yuehua was a seasoned fixture in high society, and she quickly composed her expression.
Smiling, she extended a hand toward Sunday.
"Sir, what brings you here today? Please, sit. I haven't prepared anything. I'll go make you some tea."
Tang Yuehua was panicking inwardly. Tang Xiao and the others had only just left. If Sunday noticed anything amiss now, they might never make it out of Heaven Dou City.
All she could do was stall Sunday for a while. After all, she did not want anyone on either side to get hurt.
Sunday, however, gave Tang Yuehua no such opportunity. He waved a hand lightly.
"No, I only stopped by to see you today.
"Emperor Xue Ye wants to discuss something important