The Real Thing

He didn't sleep well that night.

The sky had just begun to light up.

Ye Qingxuan sat in a chair by the door, watching people in the camp going back and forth, and thinking about what he should do next.

In the chaotic East, the civil war in the Empire of Aurora was like a raging fire. Ye Qingxuan had declined the invitation to the feast last night and had dinner at his residence alone. He had refused all invitations from the various patriarchs. 

He did not want to get pulled into too many relationships here.

Especially not with Bai Heng.

Unfortunately, things were often not as he wished.

"The third son of the Zhangsun family, Zhangsun Jingming, here to see Master Ye." The blue-eyed young man stood before him, blocking the light.

Ye Qingxuan looked up at him, "What is it?"