“Last time I was occupied with official matters, but today I have leisure. I've brewed fine tea at my residence, and I await Lord Qian's tasting.”
Jun Fuying arrived later than expected. Two days had passed since the assassination attempt, and Qian Xingzhi, who had been on tenterhooks, finally faced the interrogation. “I would be honored to comply.”
Both knew exactly why this meeting was called, yet they couldn't speak openly.
To beat around the bush, Jun Fuying proposed a game of chess.
“Your Highness, I am not adept at chess,” Qian Xingzhi said with a polite smile.
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