Days flowed like a murmuring stream, passing silently day by day. Beneath this seemingly calm palace life, however, undercurrents surged and dangers lurked on all sides.
On July 1st, Suchen was attending to Ying Yanran as usual. Taking advantage of a quiet moment in his duties, his sharp, bright eyes swept the surroundings to make certain no one else was present, before carefully pulling Ying Yanran down to sit beside him on a soft couch.
His hands trembled slightly, and his usual composed expression now looked somewhat tense and constrained. Beads of fine sweat even seeped from his forehead, as if what he was about to say were of the utmost gravity and difficulty.
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