C1694 To You 113
It was late at night.
Fox fires were lit all around the official post, and the bright house was surrounded by light.
From a distance, it seemed as if the light had cut through the dark purple night sky.
The servants carried hot water and mourning garments into Yan Huai's room to rest, but they left in a hurry after a short while.
Ting Yang followed behind the servants and left the room
