The next day, on the Fengyi River.
Daylight filled the sky. Dressed in a black skirt, Nangong Ye sat cross-legged on the terrace, his hands forming the midnight-noon seal. A stick of incense burned on the little table beside him.
Though his face was expressionless, as cold as some reclusive patriarch who had severed all affection and desire, Nangong Ye's heart had never settled.
That little rascal will come again later. Our debts are settled now. Even if he pesters and begs me, I mustn't soften and cross that forbidden line again...
But he came so early yesterday. It's nearly noon today. Why is there still no sign of him...
Did I upset him by being too cold yesterday?
That shouldn't be. I was only a little cold with my words. Unless something happened?!
At that thought, all Nangong Ye's distracting thoughts vanished. He opened his eyes and looked toward the Inner City. After a moment's thought, he put on his veiled hat, flew off the terrace, and hurried to the Prince's Manor at full speed.
Strangely, however, Ling'er, whose confinement had already been lifted, was not in the western residence. Neither was Qingmo.
Only the Pill King's Heir, taking advantage of his elder sister's absence, slipped out of the Pill King's study and sneaked away with several paintings and calligraphy scrolls in his arms...
Realizing something was wrong, Nangong Ye flew straight to Imperial Physician Lin's residence.
On arriving, he saw a crowd gathered in and around the Lin Residence's guest room.
Has something really happened to Xie Jinhuan?
A trace of urgency had only just appeared in Nangong Ye's eyes when he noticed something was off.
The Commandery Princess, dressed in a magnificent Hezi Skirt, sat in the courtyard with a drawing board before her, painting a handsome