Hua Zhuo and Hua Yan finished offering incense to all the spirit tablets, and by the time they stepped out of the Buddhist hall, it was already past noon, and Hua Yan felt much more at peace.
The sunlight was still scorching as if the furnace of the sky was pouring out flames, nearly melting the jade stone tiles on the ground.
Hua Yan stood at the top of the steps at the entrance of the Buddhist hall, raised her hand to shield her face from the sun with her palm, and looked up at the sky for a while before turning to Hua Zhuo and saying, "Brother, don't tell Yun Chi."
Hua Zhuo's expression had returned to one of calm and clarity. He glanced at her and said, "Crown Prince Yun Chi is naturally clever. After spending so much time with you, he will eventually find out. You cannot hide it from him. Do you really intend to keep it a secret from him?"