"This is quite a spectacle, only it becomes tiring to see too much of it. Let them be," Jih Heng unfolded the folding fan in his hand which had peonies, grand and noble, hand-painted upon it. The flower petals were curled and lifelike, shining with the luster of the gold threads woven into the fabric.
"Regarding tomorrow..."
"Prince Cheng will not be foolish enough to strike at the Inspection Field. The Emperor is too cautious," Jih Heng said, "My presence there would be of no consequence. However," he continued, "pay more attention to Ye Shijie's movements."
"Is there a problem with Ye Shijie?" Lu Jiu asked, "He has become the top scholar of the Imperial College and will soon start his official career, which may prove useful in the future."
"Never mind the future. The sudden distance from Li Lian," Jih Heng said with an amused smile, "I too am quite curious about who's been whispering in his ear from behind the scenes."
Lu Jiu was taken aback and fell silent.
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