Madam Jiang and Song Ruqi went to light lamps and make offerings for blessings, while Song Ci did not head to the main hall, but instead turned towards the tranquil back mountain. Most people coming to the temple to burn incense and worship were listening to sermons at the front, making the back mountain relatively more peaceful.
Even so, not a single guard dared to leave Song Ci's side. Nan Shan steadily assisted her, seemingly just doing the work of a little maid, but upon closer inspection, it could be seen that her eyes occasionally scanned in all directions, her ears slightly twitching, truly listening in all directions and observing everything.
The back mountain in the morning was quiet and serene, a mist had not yet lifted from the valley, enveloping it like a coiled dragon.
Song Ci walked a distance and soon felt short of breath, chuckling involuntarily: "I'm indeed getting old, my legs and feet are not as nimble as they once were."
