The sunlight spilled through the window lattice, casting floral patterns across the tiles. Spirals of dark smoke rose from the censer, but they weren't able to conceal the heavy atmosphere in the imperial study. The hem of Song Juguang's crow-black official's robes were dirtied with dust, and it was clear that she'd taken the journey at haste. “Bixia." Song Juguang intentionally turned slightly to the side, just happening to place herself between Sheng Yunxing and Jiang Changbai. Hearing this, Jiang Changbai raised her head, her gaze flitting rapidly across the confession that Song Juguang had brought her. Her long, slender fingers tapped against the surface of the desk, her thumb ring making a dull sound as it struck the tabletop. "Shejin," she muttered, the final syllable becoming a sneer. As one matter was settled, another rose; it was as if, as soon as something was related to Shejin, it became far more trouble. In the past, Shejin had caused trouble ...