161, White Boat Record

The black, silent stone steps harbored no wind, and it was uncertain where they led.

Chen Ji stared pensively down the profound steps, wondering if, by merely traversing this underground tunnel, he could uncover whom Prince Jing was conspiring with and what the conspiracy entailed.

Perhaps in that moment, many lingering puzzles that had long perplexed him would be readily solved.

Prince Jing, carrying an oil residue lamp, descended the steps and looked back to see Chen Ji lingering at the entrance, hesitantly not moving forward. He said in bafflement, "Come on."

Chen Ji suddenly hesitated. "Prince, where does this secret passage lead? If I see people or things I shouldn't, could I be silenced?"

Prince Jing couldn't help but laugh and cry. "What are you thinking about all day? Put your mind at ease; no one wants to silence you. Also, leave that knife in your hands with your master for safekeeping. It's too noticeable without a sheath."