Two days later, a lone rider galloped into the Western Turks' yatai.
A short while after, Ashina Zhuxie walked out from the main tent and followed a small path to a tent in a corner of the camp. They hadn't known in advance that there would be an envoy from Luoyang coming, much less staying on, so this tent had been hastily set up for Wang Shaoqiu after his arrival. He hadn't brought many attendants, just two or three, cramped together in a much smaller tent on the other side.
So there was no guard posted in front of his tent, and it seemed he himself didn't care. Ashina Zhuxie lifted the flap with his hand and walked straight in.
As soon as he entered, he saw Wang Shaoqiu sitting inside, holding a powder-pink object in his hand.
It seemed to be a handkerchief.
