Then, an ice needle pricked his neck.
Su Qing froze. The next second, he collapsed onto Su Ye, completely still.
Su Ye took a deep breath and covered him with her cloak.
Then, she glanced down at her torn top, which exposed her pure white bodice.
Su Ye looked down at herself, then back at the unconscious Su Qing.
Then, she hoisted him up and rushed toward the exit of the Imperial Palace.
Fei Chen had been waiting outside a building on the west side of the Imperial Palace, never leaving his post.
The suggestive sounds weaving together from inside had not stopped for a moment.
This continued until a dark figure flashed by, pausing for a moment in front of Fei Chen.
The black-clad man pulled down the mask covering his face.
A scar stretched across it. It was Xi Lei.
Xi Lei and Fei Chen exchanged a look.
Xi Lei spoke.
"The surrounding guards have been cleared away. Our master has taken charge and promised them a marriage."
Fei Chen acknowledged him.
