Chapter Two Hundred and Eighteen: Night Talk
The night grew deep.
Apart from those streets specially permitted by the Imperial Court to remain lit all night, the vast expanse of Di'an was submerged in slumber.
Countless pale blue glimmers connected like a sparkling sea at the Prime Minister's Mansion, with the light from Bright Pattern Lamps seeping from the window sill of the exterior study.
A youth in blood-red garments sat at the desk, writing something with a wolf-hair brush, a bloody light burning in his eyes indicating that he was currently circulating his Cultivation Technique, which made writing significantly faster.
Opposite him sat an old man with snowy white hair and squinty eyes.
The study at Prime Minister's Mansion somewhat resembled the Emperor's royal study and was used by Xu Yinhè to receive some of the important aides and court officials.
However, tonight Xu Yinhè was discussing a collaboration with that undying Luo Daofan in the main hall, so Xu Yuan took the opportunity to occupy it.