Lamplight flickered, and the young master walked through the night.
Clad in the Gold-Woven Cloud Beast Robe, Wang Yang strode through corridors and past pavilions with Kong Changyu and a squad of Imperial Guards from the Prince's Residence, coming to fetch Xie Xinghan. Wherever he passed, servants hurried aside and guards saluted.
The soldiers guarding the courtyard had already received their orders. Seeing that sweep of black-and-gold brocade rolling toward them through the lantern glow, they stepped aside, cupped their hands, and bowed their heads. Who dared stop him?
Yet nobody expected Wang Yang to be stopped by a door.
"Xiao Ning, open up! It's me!"
"I know! It's Young Master Wang! Waaaah!"
"Then open the door!"
"...Young Master, why don't you turn..."
"What?"
Wang Yang stood outside the door, utterly bewildered.
Inside, Little Xie gestured frantically, her face full of anxiety!
Xiao Ning hastily corrected herself.
"Not turn, just, um-"
Xiao Ning glanced back at her lady's flurry of gestures, her brows knitting tighter and tighter-
What?
I'd like to know too!
My lady, what are those gestures even supposed to mean?!
Anxious, Xie Xinghan loosely cupped her delicate hands around her mouth and prompted Xiao Ning in a breathy whisper.
Understanding dawned on Xiao Ning.
"Answer!"
Xie Xinghan sucked in a breath!
Stupid Xiao Ning! You might as well die of stupidity!
Wang Yang was even more confused.
"Answer what?"
Xiao Ning had no idea either and looked back at Xie Xinghan.
Left with no choice, Xie Xinghan rose onto her toes, bent low, and crept a few steps closer, enunciating in a whisper:
"Go! Home!"
Xiao Ning finally understood.
"Go home!"
Xie Xinghan nodded hurriedly!
Wang Yang still had no idea what was going on.
"I'm here to take you home."
Xie Xinghan pointed at herself, waved