Whether she was being coerced!
Yan Xiaoyi instinctively reached for the longbow on his back.
The female official flashed in front of him and snapped:
"Commander Yan, did you not hear Her Highness's orders? Stand down!"
Yan Xiaoyi's movement stalled.
He looked at the female official and gave her a meaningful glance.
She merely shook her head slightly.
Just then, Li Yunrui's voice came from inside the hall again, this time tinged with embarrassment turned to anger:
"Yan Xiaoyi! Why are you still here? Stand down! Get out! Get far away!"
There was no fear in her voice.
Only embarrassment and annoyance.
Yan Xiaoyi could hear it.
He relaxed a little and forcibly diverted his attention, refusing to listen to the sounds of their union, like fish reveling in water, that had suddenly grown more intense.
He withdrew his hand and cupped his fist in salute toward the hall.
"As Your Highness commands. Yan Xiaoyi takes his leave."
With that, he turned and left.
After leaving Guangxin Palace, he did not go far.
He leaped onto the tower opposite the entrance to Guangxin Palace and sat cross-legged.
The tower's upturned eaves rose high, offering a view over all of Guangxin Palace. He took the longbow off his back and held it, his gaze fixed on Guangxin Palace.
He simply sat there.
Motionless.
Like a statue.
Moonlight plated him in silver, and dew gradually soaked his shoulders, but he remained utterly unaware.
He simply sat there, waiting.
After their clouds and rain, Li Yunrui lay in Zhou Cheng's arms, tracing gentle circles on his chest with her finger.
The candles in the hall had already burned down by more than half, their tears of wax heaped into little hills. As the flames flickered, their shadows fell across the bed curtains,