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Wang Rou β The White Peony β
SPEECH: #3369A0
Wang Rou β The White Peony β
SPEECH: #3369A0
Wang Rou slept through the night in ZhenXi's secret office, dreaming of all sorts of strange imagery of a faraway land. None of the scenes in these dreams made any sense to him, but the same language kept reappearing. He could only assume it was the spoken version of what was written on the walls of the old house he was occupying.
It wasn't until early the next morning that he awoke. Wang Rou's eyes slowly fluttered open, the scenes and people of his seemingly nonsensical dreams fading away as he sat up. He rubbed the back of his neck with a wince. ZhenXi was in so much trouble the next time he saw him.
After doing his best to straighten out his robes, Wang Rou retrieved his sword and fuchen and began making the journey back to the palace. At this early time of day, hardly anyone was awake. Some vendors were preparing for the morning rush, but otherwise the streets were empty.
Wang Rou's head was still pounding, and every now and then he'd stumble a few steps. When he returned to the palace, he wandered through the halls as if on autopilot. His plan was to return to his room and rest, but instead he found himself knocking on Lu Cai's door. Why, he couldn't say. The prince was probably still asleep, after all. Confused by his own actions, Wang Rou frowned slightly, considering just leaving to return to his own quarters.
It wasn't until early the next morning that he awoke. Wang Rou's eyes slowly fluttered open, the scenes and people of his seemingly nonsensical dreams fading away as he sat up. He rubbed the back of his neck with a wince. ZhenXi was in so much trouble the next time he saw him.
After doing his best to straighten out his robes, Wang Rou retrieved his sword and fuchen and began making the journey back to the palace. At this early time of day, hardly anyone was awake. Some vendors were preparing for the morning rush, but otherwise the streets were empty.
Wang Rou's head was still pounding, and every now and then he'd stumble a few steps. When he returned to the palace, he wandered through the halls as if on autopilot. His plan was to return to his room and rest, but instead he found himself knocking on Lu Cai's door. Why, he couldn't say. The prince was probably still asleep, after all. Confused by his own actions, Wang Rou frowned slightly, considering just leaving to return to his own quarters.