The three of them stood still for a moment, and indeed heard the faint sound of clothing brushing against the roof.
After waiting for about half an hour, Li Yunjing finally let out a long sigh, "Gone."
Su Muqing's face was pale, "Who exactly is this Mr. Cyan Nether...?"
"Xiao Yuntian's spy."
Li Yunjing sneered, "What is this nonsense about the stars changing? It's all rubbish. I've used the turtle shell these past few days to deduce, and the Ziwei Palace is very calm."
He took out three copper coins from his sleeve and tossed them onto the table.
The copper coins swirled around and strangely stacked on top of each other.
"Just as expected."
Li Yunjing's eyes glinted, "The world is at peace, and our fortune and misfortunes are without issue!"
"Husband, you were pretending not to believe on purpose just now because you wanted to...?"
Zhao Qi pondered and asked.
"To lull them."
