Lin Xu stared at Mo Ying, who rested his back against the carriage seat, his eyes closed as if he was asleep. For a moment, she hesitated, unsure if he was listening, but then she spoke anyway.
"Mo Ying," she said softly, her voice a little shaky. "What do you plan to do about the black market pavilion? You're the General, you can't just stand by and watch innocent children being sold like animals."
There was no response. He didn't move, didn't even open his eyes. Lin Xu frowned and crossed her arms. "Are you ignoring me?" she asked, her tone rising slightly. "I'm talking to you."
Mo Ying slowly opened his eyes and let out a quiet sigh. His gaze met hers, calm and unreadable. After a short silence, he finally spoke.
"Lin Xu," he said in a low, steady voice, "those people you saw wearing masks... what did they look like to you? Peasants? Normal citizens?"
