"Your Majesty, Princess Yunyang is inside."
Time moved backward.
Before Zhao Douan was captivated by the singing, the Empress walked to the outside of the Zen room and saw the young nun stop in her tracks, putting her palms together gracefully, her delicate eyebrows and eyes indicating towards the Zen room:
"I will wait outside the door."
She then retreated to the distant garden.
Xu Zhenguan nodded in satisfaction, her lotus steps lightly moving as she pressed her hand on the door.
With a creak, the light from inside the room spilled out along the threshold.
The Zen room's furnishings were extremely simple, practically bare.
On the floor covered with mats, a figure lay sideways.
Beside her, on the low table, an oil lamp dimmed like a bean.
A torn scripture was carelessly thrown aside, and the floor was scattered with papers filled with writing.
Xu Zhenguan bent down and picked up a piece, only to see a large ink character "Xu" written on it.
"Who?"