"This Viceroy will not let the matter rest here. If His Highness is not afraid of trouble, feel free to keep refusing."
With that, he turned on his heel and left alongside Jiang Bi.
The slanting rays of the setting sun pierced the twilight from behind Chu Ying, casting a long shadow across the pavilion. His face was swallowed by the gloom, indistinct and obscure, save for a soft, muttered sigh:
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