In the study.
The death of Xiao Shi had left Qi Ying completely unable to sleep; he tossed and turned in bed, but rest eluded him. He rose, went to the study alone, and began to practice calligraphy, hoping to calm his mind and find some peace. It was to no avail. His thoughts remained a tangled, frantic mess.
A short while later, a middle-aged man with medium-length hair entered the study and stood respectfully before Qi Ying.
Chapter 502