E Jintang walked out carrying a wooden basin, all eight of his beloved dogs trailing behind him with wagging tails.
He set down the wooden basin. "Eat."
A basin of raw meat, still on the bone and stained with blood.
E Jintang sat nearby. Only when watching these dogs of his did his face show any discernible sign of ease and pleasure.
Up in the attic, a Shadow Guard first brought water for the Prince to wash his hands, then served him his customary tea.
Song Lianhe stood across from him, hardly daring to breathe.
Chun Hua stood at her feet, its head drooping as well.
"Where is he?" Zhou Cangyan asked, taking a light sip of his tea.
"I... I let him go."
"And where did you let him go?"
"I... I just sent him back to Huaxu Square."
Zhou Cangyan's hand paused. He lifted his gaze slightly, glancing at the Shadow Guard.
The guard nodded, turned, and withdrew.
He set down his tea, his gaze finally settling on her.
"What did you find out?"
