The first thing Anji did upon returning to her room was to collapse in bed. She was exhausted.
Hearing his sister return, Yihao ran from his room with a huge grin. Noble Consort Liu greeted him briefly and summarised the situation before placing the delicate celadon vase on the night table.
"Guard this with your life," she told him. "It is Anji's only lead. I have to return to my duties for night watch even if I don't think assassins will visit tonight."
Uneasily, Yihao watched the green vase and nodded stiffly. Ever since he was banished to the room, he had been trying to get accustomed to his new cultivation level to no avail. The three broken tea cups were proof of his tangible struggle, and Liu Guiya had the right idea not to trust him with more porcelain.
