The Cloud Recesses are always peaceful. One morning is much like another, before one gets up and interacts with the world.
This morning is a little bit different. But the only part of it he can perceive right now is in him, in the absence of pain.
He squeezes back. "If we don't get any indication that Wen Ruohan was successfully assassinated by tomorrow I can start hunting up corpses again."
After almost three hours, Nightless City starts swarming like a kicked anthill.
"...That could mean success or failure," he murmurs. "If they were caught in the attempt..."
"Hmm. I could send a paperman, if...we had paper...you could try Inquiry?"
"I was thinking if there was anyone he killed hanging around to notice and be gleeful about it."
"Mn." He takes out his qugin and gets to work on that.
Anyone out there?
Wen Ruohan is super dead and there are a lot of ghosts happy to tell him all about it.
Kiss! Wow!
"It is safe, now," he says, almost incredulous. "You are safe."
"We're all safe, nothing is going to burn, everything is going to be okay."
He nods, kisses Wei Ying's forehead. Keeps playing. Do you know of remaining dangers?
Well there are a bunch of people Wen Ruohan had thrown in dungeons to be tortured horribly who aren't quite dead yet.
Also if the Xuanwu's curse isn't satisfied with Wen Ruohan and his sons dying that could be bad?
This one couple left behind a baby and they're worried what will happen to their little A-Yuan.
In a nursery with a handful of other recent orphans, some orphaned directly by the Xuanwu, some by the curse, some by Wen Ruohan himself.
He would appreciate knowing where the nursery is. In Nightless City? In the palace?