Pei Hengyu slept soundly, utterly oblivious even as he was carried back to his bedchamber.
Yuwen Junan sat by the bedside, smoothing the white hair at Pei Hengyu’s temple. After watching him for a long while, he changed into a black martial outfit and slipped out of the Imperial Palace under the cover of night.
It was just past the fifteenth of the lunar month, and the clear night sky featured a moon like a silver platter, illuminating all of Shangjing.
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