Fei Han stood at the bedroom door.
After a while, hearing the commotion inside, he moved a little farther from the door.
An hour later, he moved even farther away.
Night deepened, and the moon hung high among the branches, its pale light spilling into the Prince Mansion.
The night passed, and the sun gradually began to rise.
But the commotion inside the bedroom had yet to stop.
The sun rose and fell again. Dusk arrived, and finally, the commotion inside stopped.
Fei Chen, Fei Han, and Xi Lei, who had a scar running across his face, stood together in a pavilion.
On Fei Han's icy face, an emotion finally surfaced as his brow furrowed.
"Was the Master drugged with Hehuan Powder?"
Fei Chen lowered his eyes, adjusted his sleeves, and said nothing.
Xi Lei glanced sideways at Fei Han and said in a low voice,
"The Master drank it willingly."
The night was alluring.
Everyone near the bedroom had been cleared away.
Soon, the topic of their discussion changed.
