In a quiet tavern in the capital city, the air hung thick with secrets.
Lu Chengyou stood with his back to a veiled woman, his hands clasped behind him as he gazed out at a distant pavilion.
After a long silence, he finally spoke. "So much time has passed, yet your Misty Pavilion has made no move. I fail to see the point of my support."
The woman behind him answered hastily. "Your Highness, the Sacred Maiden has already made contact with the
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