Yan Wuhen stormed into Han Yunyi's chambers and stopped.
It was... Empty.
The dining area lay still, lit only by a single flickering lantern mounted on the wall. Shadows stretched long across the floor.
Wuhen tilted his head, his expression darkening.
"Ah...?" A scoff left him, low and sharp, his fangs briefly catching the dim light. His nine tails swayed behind him, slow and deliberate, his red-gold eyes gleaming in the gloom. "She's not here."
He didn't turn. Not until Rong Yue stepped into the chamber.
Wuhen glanced at him, then walked over, lifting a hand to cup Rong Yue's cheek with unsettling calm.
"It means she's a threat," His smile thinned. "I should have killed her when I saw her earlier."
His voice dropped, almost a whisper. "I would have torn her heart out. Ningyan would have loved that."
Rong Yue's lips twitched faintly, though his gaze had already shifted, scanning the room. "If she's not here, I'll have the guards search the palace," he said.
