These past days, all communications and arrangements with the Huo Family have been managed by Xue Ling.
The Huo Family, carrying three hundred thousand troops from outside the border, managed to quietly advance south into the Capital's outskirts without alerting anyone. How many connections in the North they leveraged for this feat remains known only to Lu Ying and Xue Ling.
The candlelight danced across Lu Ying's sharp and aristocratic profile.
His long, delicate eyelashes hung low as he leisurely trimmed the overly long wick.
Xue Ling questioned, "Your Highness?"
Lu Ying gazed at the candlestick.
The candle had burned down to a mere stub, and would be extinguished in less than half a quarter-hour.
That vixen had locked him in this chamber, forbidding any maids or servants from visiting him in her absence. Each night, he lit the candles with his own hands, waiting to greet her upon her nocturnal return.
