"I was deceiving you all, and indeed I succeeded."
"Between you and me, there's no need for such trickery," Chen Yi said softly, "A Lord who is not discreet loses his ministers."
Qin Qingluo also said in a soft tone, "A minister not discreet loses themselves."
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Early the next morning, the sky had not yet fully brightened, and a hazy light filtered through the window paper.
The bed still held a lingering warmth, carrying the scent of last night's entanglement.
Chen Yi turned over on the bed, subconsciously reaching out beside him, only to find it empty.
He opened his eyes and turned his head.
Qin Qingluo had already gotten up.
