"Even if he did know, he wouldn't tell you," Gongsun Xing said quietly. "A hostage prince shouldn't know too much. Don't ask so openly, it could bring trouble."
Yue Mingxuan nodded.
That was true.
If someone were to question how he knew about her, what would he say?
He certainly could not say, I opened Imperial Noble Consort Wan's coffin.
That was a capital offense.
In the Royal Garden, Shang Qinghua was speaking with Mo Yi about something.
When he saw the two of them returning together, he frowned almost imperceptibly and lifted a hand, dismissing Mo Yi.
Delicate tea and pastries were arranged neatly on the stone table.
"I figured you should be back by now. Why were you out for so long?"
Yue Mingxuan leaned against the stone table for a moment, catching his breath before replying.
"Do I have to report everywhere I go to you? You already knew even without me saying it." Otherwise, why would he be waiting here?
Damn it, the tea was still warm.
