Jasmine blossoms filled over half of the window sill, the branches lush and fragrant. Amid the green leaves, a piercing aroma wafted through, diluting the medicinal smell in the room by degrees.
In the garden outside Qi Yutai's door, Qi Qing stood with hands clasped behind his back.
The setting sun dipped into the pond, casting a shallow red hue across the water. Glittering ripples emerged, like flickering flames burning beneath the surface, a riot of dying embers.
Qi Qing watched silently.
Nearly ten days had passed since the fire at Fengle Building.
In these ten days, the court had been ceaselessly embroiled in disputes. Yuan Yao pressed relentlessly, and the Crown Prince's men had come several times—Emperor Liang Ming's attitude was ambiguous, and he had grown impatient.
As the court's unrest continued each on their own terms, he feigned illness and stayed within the family estate, day after day, keeping watch over Qi Yutai.