He does not know what Wei Ying is thinking, but he knows that he is deep in thought. He says nothing that would disturb him, being content to hold him close, petted and soothed, loved and cherished, as he should always be and should always have been.

(Jiang Yanli's loss, he suspects, was greater far than anyone may have yet realized.)

He is not certain what he will do if the rumors are true. He has an idea how he can begin to find out, though, and it fits neatly with another plan he has already been thinking about.