The next day.
The dawn light was stingy, revealing only a faint grayish-white behind the clouds in the east.
In the new residence in Shaojiu Alley, Chen Ji sat by the cold stone table, holding a piece of fine linen cloth, slowly and heavily wiping the Whale Blade over and over again.
There was a sound from the tiles on the roof, and Wu Yun leaped onto his tense shoulder, lightly meowing: "Another sleepless night?"
Chen Ji murmured: "In the past, I slept excessively, hoping to dream more, but recently, I cannot afford to dream; I must figure many things out... Why return only after daybreak, were you visiting the Commandery Princess?"
Wu Yun jumped from his shoulder onto the table, speaking softly: "I feared someone would harm her at the crucial moment, so I watched over her all night."
Chen Ji's hand, which was wiping the Whale Blade, finally stopped: "How is she?"
