With that, he left and closed the door behind him.
Yue Mingxuan felt thirsty and Sui He went out to boil some water.
Only Shang Qinghua and Yue Mingxuan remained in the room.
For a moment, the silence felt almost strange.
In truth, whenever Shang Qinghua was around, Yue Mingxuan often wished he had a needle to sew his mouth shut and then sew his own shut as well yet moments this quiet were rare.
Shang Qinghua simply sat there and gently waving his paper fan while glancing at him from time to time.
"Um… Prince Shang…"
"You even dared to go alone to a place like the burial grounds in the back hills. I really don't know what to say about you, should I call you bold, or say you have no regard for your life?" Shang Qinghua's tone was not pleasant.
Yue Mingxuan let out a sigh.
"Shang Qinghua, this is my business."
After saying that, he lay down and turned onto his side, his back facing Shang Qinghua.
