Chi Rui lowered his voice and said cautiously, "Someone's in there. An old acquaintance of yours, General."
Before coming, Wei Ting had already prepared himself for the possibility of seeing Ji Qingwu.
The fingers beneath Wei Ting's bracer suddenly tightened, but a scornful smile played on his lips.
"Wouldn't that be even better?"
*
「A short while ago, inside the tent.」
Ji Qingwu followed behind Emperor Wu Su. The moment she entered, she asked, "Your Majesty, how exactly are the people of Xijin placing Gu on the beasts?"
Zhao Mingyan's wide, black, dragon-patterned sleeve swept across the desk as he sat down and said, "I'm thirsty."
Li Yuzong was about to serve tea, but Ji Qingwu quickly took the task from him. She picked up the teapot, poured a cup of hot tea, and handed it to him.
The jade-green liquid rippled gently in the celadon cup. Zhao Mingyan took a sip and raised an eyebrow.
"Not bad. Good tea."
