When Li Qiong returned to his residence, he found Mr. Zhu standing in the corridor, looking as if he were waiting for him.
He couldn't help but ask.
"It's so late. Why aren't you in bed, Mr. Zhu?"
Mr. Zhu cupped his hands in a salute. "Your Highness must have just returned from Yufu Palace. What did the Noble Consort have to say?"
Li Qiong pressed his lips together. "My mother denied my suspicions. She said the dead cannot be brought back to life and told me to get some rest and stop letting my imagination run wild."
Mr. Zhu asked, "Does Your Highness believe what the Noble Consort said?"
Li Qiong answered without hesitation.
"She is my mother. Of course I believe what she says."
Mr. Zhu smiled faintly. "In that case, Your Highness should simply pretend nothing has happened. Please get some rest. I will take my leave."
Seeing him turn to leave without a hint of argument, Li Qiong couldn't help but call out to him.
"Wait."
