Xu Sheng gently pushed open the door and entered the Imperial Study Room.
Murong Ce's sleeping quarters were inside the inner chamber of the Imperial Study Room.
That was the place where the emperors of Houliang traditionally rested after being worn out by official duties.
Murong Ce lay flat on the bed, motionless as a carving, staring straight up at the canopy, his eyes bloodshot.
Li Xianyun must have received his handwritten letter by now. What was she doing? Would she listen to him and obediently return to his side? Would his decision not to kill those from Ji Shi Tang lessen her hatred towards him by even a fraction?
He couldn't help but think:
If, back then, he hadn't killed her maid out of jealousy for Sheng Heng, maybe Li Xianyun wouldn't hate him so much. Could they have been together by now?