Once the maid departed, Zhao Feng abandoned the chess game, rising and making his way into the courtyard.
Li Fuan rose as well. Without a word from Zhao Feng, his face settled back into an expressionless military mask. He was a silent shadow, following his young master with unwavering fidelity.
He had questioned the servants about the assassination attempt, learning every detail until a cold knot of fear had settled in his gut. He was
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