After so many years of suffering and hardship when all of plans and maneuvering finally paid off, why was His Highness not celebrating with joy?
Thick purple-blue curtains line with golden thread covered the windows of the study, keeping the room a dull twilight even in the height of day. Ever since Ning Yi had returned from Minnan, his eyes seemed particularly sensitive, pained in light and wind. The original bright green curtains had long since been switched to darker colors.
A quiet shifting of papers filled the study alongside an ambergris incense fragrance.
"Assistant Minister Wu in Ministry of Works was the Crown Prince's wet-nurse's son." Ning Yi said in his calm, emotionless voice as he silently flipped through a thick file. "Replace him."
"Yes." Xin Ziyan replied, no trace of his usual playfulness as he sat at attention. "Any particular angle?"