Xu Ruan sat still for a long time after Long Cheng left, her hands clenching and unclenching on her lap. The faint sound of the wind rustling the window drapes filled the quiet room, but inside her chest, everything burned.
He thought he could cage her? That she would sit here obediently while he walked straight to his destruction?
Her eyes flickered with calculation.
Fine. If he wanted to be the one to end things, she would simply give him a little push.
It took her half an hour to compose herself before calling in her trusted maid, Lian.
"Close the door," Xu Ruan ordered softly.
The girl hesitated but obeyed, shutting it carefully behind her. "Your Highness?"
Xu Ruan walked over to the table and dipped a brush into the inkstone, her movements smooth, deliberate. She pulled out a sheet of white silk paper and began to write, her strokes sharp and elegant. Nothing like the original owners own handwriting, she made sure of that.
To His Majesty,
Urgent.
