Zhonghe Court - Capital
The first light of dawn barely touched the rooftops of Zhonghe Court when Xu Zixuan arrived in haste, his dark blue robes slightly disheveled from the rushed journey. His boots barely made a sound against the stone pathway as he strode forward, his expression unreadable, though the sharp glint in his eyes betrayed his displeasure.
Behind him, Cheng Li followed, his face dark with concern. The moment they stepped past the grand entrance, the guards saluted, their postures stiff, their faces grim. A heavy tension lingered in the air, thick with the remnants of the night's events.
Xu Zixuan wasted no time. "What exactly happened last night?" His voice cut through the silence like a blade.