In the study of Yuchi Pojun, the sun had dwindled to a mere sliver of its evening glow. Outside, the steward, Yuan Chaolong, stood guard, blocking the servants who wished to enter and light the lamps.
What was spoken in here must not be heard by others.
Yuchi Jing ran over, breathless, wearing his favorite long gown. He first bowed to Yuan Chaolong in gratitude; had the steward not cared enough to tip him off so he could prepare, he would likely have been met with a sound thrashing from his grandfather the moment he stepped inside.
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