Chapter 27

"Your Majesty?" "Your Majesty?" Yuwen Junan called out twice, but received no reply. He waited for a moment, then called out in a low voice again. Certain that Pei Hengyu was fast asleep, he quietly sat up. He brought the bay laurel to the window, opened a small gap, and told it, "Go!" "Since the refugees have occupied my uncle's village, take the news to my uncle and tell him to go to Tong City and seize that fertile land for this Prince!" The bay laurel glanced back at him, let out two low chirps, flapped its wings, and flew into the thick, ink-like autumn night. "What are you doing?" Pei Hengyu's voice suddenly rang out from behind him. Yuwen Junan was startled. He jerked his head around to hear Pei Hengyu shouting sternly from inside the bed curtains, "Kill them... Yuwen Junan... Kill them..." "Kill whom?" Yuwen Junan looked around the empty bedchamber. The bright moon was obscured by dark clouds, failing to cast a single ray of light. The inner chamber was pitch black, and the bed curtains billowed in the wind. Through the fluttering gauze, Yuwen Junan caught sight of Pei Hengyu's pale face.