The next day before dawn, sounds of horse carriages stirred at the Wen residence.
Xiao Cheng and the Feng family entourage, were to leave Huaxi.
To avoid alarming others, they set off very early.
At the door of the Wen residence, only Wen Xingsu and Puyang Yi came to see them off.
The carriages were neatly lined up.
The dim night lanterns, shimmering under the eaves.
Qi Jun had stayed up all night without sleep.
In the middle of the night, he went out with the Hidden Guard, no one knew where he went. Upon returning, he just sat in his room, writing vigorously, piling up a thick stack of papers.
But what he wrote, he showed no one, before setting it all to flames.
Ping'an and Jixiang, dared not even breathe too loudly.
They often attended to the Emperor and were adept at reading facial expressions.
The servants, seeing them so, were all extra cautious.
The atmosphere was incredibly stagnant.
