The return journey to the Crown Prince's residence was made in a silence far heavier than the one that had preceded it. The palace was still aflutter with the aftermath of Shen Miao's explosive accusation, but around Xiao Guzi and Yingluo, a pocket of unnerving calm existed. His presence was a warding spell, deflecting the panicked whispers and fearful glances of the courtiers. Yet Yingluo felt more exposed than ever. The Empress Dowager's gaze had been a brand, searing a mark of awareness upon her spirit. She was no longer a shadow flitting at the edge of the court; she was a new piece on the board, and the master player had taken notice.
