Zhao Junyao coldly narrowed his eyes and commanded, "Do not act rashly. Follow him! I want to see what exactly he is trying to do!"
Xia Tingfeng saluted with a clasped fist. "Yes, Emperor!"
Then, with a swift movement, he vanished into the night.
Xia Tingfeng did not return until midnight. Zhao Junyao sat alone in the darkened tent, waiting. He was like a statue, or a leopard that had long waited in the shadows for its prey—quiet and still, as if time itself had stopped around him.
"Emperor!" Xia Tingfeng entered as silently as a ghost and knelt before him.
"What is the situation?" Zhao Junyao turned to look at him. The clear moonlight fell upon him. His expression was stern, his gaze piercing, leaving one with no place to hide.
"The one who met him was indeed the Second Prince of the Southern Ocean, Min Tu! The distance was too great, and the seaside offered no cover, so I couldn't get close enough to hear their conversation!"
