General Mansion, backyard!
Li Qingmu stood in front of the sundial, silently waiting for the hour.
Less than a quarter till noon!
"Yue'er..."
His hand slowly tightened, finally clenching into a fist, the veins on the back of his hand standing taut, joints making a light cracking sound.
The appointed time was approaching, yet no news came from the palace, and his Yue'er had not returned.
"Xiao Mu!" Cao Yin came swaggering over, long knife at his side, "Yue'er isn't back yet, there's no time left! Boy, what do you say we do?"
Cao Yin had already made up his mind and was simply observing the determination of his granddaughter's husband.
Li Qingmu slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and fell silent, still silent.
The surroundings were completely silent.
Cao Yin was a bit impatient, about to urge him on, when suddenly, he saw him snap open his eyes.
A hint of bloodlust colored his once calm eyes; he turned and charged into the inner room.
