Ying Zheng set down his brush and cast his gaze toward Wang Li and Han Xin. He waved a hand, pointing to the stools beside him.
"Sit and speak."
Wang Li and Han Xin cupped their hands in a salute, thanking him in unison. They sat without hesitation, backs straight, expressions solemn. They wondered what deep intent the First Emperor had in summoning them in the dead of night. Could it be that some great event had occurred? The air in the hall seemed to freeze.
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