When Gu Xichao opened his eyes, dawn was just breaking.
A vast expanse of pale light suddenly fell across his eyelids, stinging his eyes until he had to squint.
A sharp ache throbbed at his temple. He pressed it with a finger, and when he opened his eyes again, he felt much better.
That was the price of a night of heavy drinking.
He sat up, bewildered by his surroundings.
Even a man as brilliant and extraordinary as Gu Xichao could be bewildered?
Indeed. At that moment, he was sitting on the earthen kang in the servants' quarters of the Qiting Tavern.
Yes, the Qiting Tavern.
But he clearly remembered being in the capital, holding Wanqing's corpse and not knowing where to go or what to do. Then Mu Jiuping had charged at him and stabbed him with a spear, followed by a sword thrust from behind, before someone stopped him.
He had thought he was going to die. So how had he woken up back at the Qiting Tavern?
The low temperatures of this border town were unlike those of Bianliang. The straw-thatched roof and yellow-earth brick walls belonged to Gao Jixue's servants' quarters. Wind whistled through the broken door, and pots and jars were piled haphazardly in a corner. Most striking of all was the wine jar on the table, evidence left behind on the night he had, unfortunately, become an accomplice to a thief long, long ago.
How long ago?
Actually, the events of that night weren't all that long ago. But in Gu Xichao's mind, they seemed like a lifetime past, as if the vast wilderness of time had carved a deep, wide chasm between then and now. Every time he thought of it, he was overcome by bewilderment.
And at that moment, he was bewildered too.
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