Just as Ji Yanxiao had predicted, the following day the sky was overcast with heavy clouds and howling winds, and the gale showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.
Tingwu was harnessing the carriage outside the hall, the oiled-paper umbrella in his hand battered completely askew by the gusts, while the horses snorted impatiently, blowing hard through their nostrils. At that moment, he honestly wished he were a parrot under the eaves—at least he would still be able to catch up on his sleep.
Today, however, they had to visit the deposed Crown Prince at the Bianjing Residence.
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