Darkness fell.
Yet the Imperial Physicians and clerks hesitated to leave work and go home. They could only hide in the shadows and whisper to each other, discussing the recent rumors about Chen Ji. Some counted on their fingers how many people he had killed in the past few months.
From Guyuan to the Imperial Capital, from the Heavenly Strategy Army to Yuan Wang, when you add it all up, indeed he had killed more people than the Imperial Hospital could save in an entire year.
They looked towards the library.
In the dim light, only the last bit of twilight filtered through the window lattice, and the figure in the red robe remained seated motionless, indistinguishable whether he was reading or had already fallen asleep.
Only when the twilight completely disappeared, rendering the words on the pages unreadable, did Chen Ji finally move.
He slowly got up, closed the book, and left the library.
