Beijing, National Bureau of Cultural Relics.
After many days, when Qi Yun saw Xiao Hanguang again, there was something slightly different about him.
Though hard to pinpoint exactly, the sharp aura Xiao Hanguang once had seemed much subdued, replaced by a deeper and more reserved presence.
The last time they met, Xiao Hanguang was exhilarated, the type of exhilaration when great success seems within reach, impossible to suppress.
But now, that excitement had settled, transforming into a calmness as steady as a mountain, as if he's in control of everything.
Like a treasure sword hidden in its sheath, with its edge concealed.
"When did you come to Beijing?" Xiao Hanguang looked up at him, gesturing to the chair opposite, "Sit."
"Just arrived." Qi Yun pulled out the chair and sat down, sizing up the true Crown Prince, "Heh, Director Xiao, you're looking well."
Xiao Hanguang glanced at him, revealing a meaningful smile.
Both understood the implication within that smile.
