In the shadow of the palace wall, the tips of Gu Qinghuan’s boots had barely brushed the mortar when a rustling sound emerged from behind her, as if a straw mat were being dragged across the ground.
She glanced to the side. Pi Yanlin had tossed his straw mat against the base of the crumbling wall and sprawled onto it, his hands clasped behind his head. He didn't even bother to lift his eyelids. "You two go ahead and scout the path. I’m taking a nap—the System says the check-in point for today is right here. If I lie here long enough, I’ll get something good."
Liu Ruyan’s grip tightened on the secret report, the moonlight catching the blood groove of her sword with a cold glint. "Master Pi, this is a Holy Monarch Cult stronghold within the Imperial Palace. We could be—"
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