Situ Jing wrapped a black cloak over his grayish-green robe, without any crown or headwear, only using a simple cloth band to tie his hair. His attire was quite restrained, clearly not wanting to attract any attention, intending to meet Lu Qing and the others while staying low-profile.
When he entered the room, Lu Qing was sitting by the bed, wearing that ferocious golden mask, with one hand propped on the bed and the other gently covering the area of his wound.
Zhu Yu watched from the side, silently scorning the man. Moments ago, he seemed perfectly fine, but now with Situ Jing's arrival, he struck a "Xishi Holding Heart" pose, clearly hinting to Situ Jing to not forget who wounded him.
Obviously, this tactic worked well on Situ Jing. As soon as he entered and saw Lu Qing with a hand on his chest, his expression immediately changed, and his façade of calmness almost cracked, visibly growing more tense.
