The west chamber was cleared out.
The soft couch that had been moved in just yesterday was carried away; the imperial desk that had been moved out yesterday was carried back in.
Pei Hengyu, still recovering from severe injuries, leaned against a soft pillow stuffed with silk and millet, reclining on the arhat bed beneath the west window. In his hands, he turned the pages of the memorials that Yuwen Junan had approved just yesterday.
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