The white cloud fell to the ground.
"Lord Song…"
Li Tianyi said softly with a strange expression, "Am I hallucinating? Why did I see a cloud fall?"
"Eunuch Li, don't worry. I don't think you are hallucinating."
Song Rentong subconsciously replied, "Because I saw it too."
As the two of them spoke, the white cloud had already landed dozens of feet above the ground. Then, it quietly floated towards the imperial study. Li Tianyi and Song Rentong just stared blankly, forgetting to call for the guards.
A moment later, the white cloud landed on the arch of the courtyard of the imperial study. The surging cloud gradually calmed down, and a slightly thin figure gradually appeared.
It was a young man in his early twenties standing at the arch. If not for his sinister expression, he would have looked like a weak scholar.