⁛≻Chapter 15≺⁛

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◸Chapter 15: The Still◿

Xiaojun: Your highness, respectfully, I don't want to interact with the phantom anymore

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Xiaojun: Your highness, respectfully, I don't want to interact with the phantom anymore.

YangYang: Well you don't have choice, Sir Xiaojun. You're under my rule and as I say goes.

There was a short silence and Mei glanced at YangYang noticing that the madman nickname was gone. 

Xiaojun: Alright... your highness.

He said in defeat and plopped back down on the stairs tiredly. Mei considered checking up on him but let go off the thought knowing that she shouldn't do anything more without the royal's permission.

YangYang: Does anyone know where Yuyin is right now? Or can be right now?

Sicheng: I'm not sure... but she did have a fascination with the music room.

YangYang: Mother's tea room?

Sicheng: That's what the queen called it. Princess Yuyin prefers to call it the "Room of Melodies".

Ten: Even if we do find... the princess, what are the chances that she knows.

YangYang: Do you have a better plan Ten.

It wasn't a question, so even if Ten did indeed have a plan he shook his head. 

YangYang: Now before someone else dies... we must find this phantom and a way to end him. I'll go with Lady Mei and Sir Sicheng.

Hendery: Your highness-

YangYang: You too. You come with us.

Hendery nodded in satisfaction as the royal turned to the other three.

YangYang: Find out all you can about it. And don't come find me unless you know how to end it.

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Ten: Where are we going to find anything?

He grumbled and they entered the library.

Kun: Our soon to be king has given us a duty-

Ten: A duty with no possible solution. Everyone refuses to speak of its name let alone write about it.

Kun: The 48 Curses. It might have something.

Xiaojun: Just the history... nothing else.

He said while taking a seat on a chair. Kun glanced at him, noticing how pale he was getting. Sweat was beading on his forehead as he let out deep breaths.

Kun: Are you well, Sir Xiaojun?

The tired one looked up and nodded slowly.

Xiaojun: Just really fatigued.

Kun: Would you like a glass of water?

Xiaojun: ... Yes please.

Kun nodded and walked to one corner of the library. He grabbed a glass and the jug of water before glancing down the aisle, finding Ten there. He was reading book titles and pulling out books that seemed fit.

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