The night was silent, save for the wind brushing softly against the eaves of the hut.Keep it down in there."
Hua Jing nearly tripped over her own feet. "W-What?!"
Gu Wei didn't even look up. "I know it's been a long time, but I'm old and my ears still work."
Hua Jing's cheeks burned instantly, but Zhao Yan only laughed.
"Stay out of it, old man."
And with that, he opened the door, ushered Hua Jing inside, and shut it behind them.
The interior was small. Humble. A modest sleeping mat, a folded blanket, and a low wooden table tucked in the corner. The lantern sat on a short shelf, its golden flame the only source of light.
Hua Jing stepped in slowly, glancing around the room. There was nothing extravagant here. No silk, no incense, no palace carvings. This wasn't the place a prince belonged. It was weather-worn and quiet and plain.
And yet—it felt safe.
Before she could take another step, a strong hand caught her wrist.
