Though Yao Yangyu said no more, Ning Yi could guess, and the prince fell silent, his eyes gleaming quietly in the darkness within the tent.
After another long stretch of silence that seemed to hollow the chest, Yao Yangyu spoke to fill the uncomfortable and strange air, forcing a false cheer as he said: "This is just my conjecture, the general has great physique. He does not thin, and he does not tan, and he sleeps later then anyone but wakes earlier. A few days ago, the Da Yue cavalry blocked our way and General Wei even fought personally, and then…"
Yao Yangyu's words died on his tongue.
Ning Yi's eyes snapped up to pin the young officer once more.
"It was nothing…" Yao Yangyu stammered, silently beating himself over the head. "Little Huang fell off his horse and his horse fell on him, and General Wei went to help him and took an arrow…"