Weimo leaned against the soft pillows, her thoughts churning.
The night was deep, and the palace gates had long since been locked. Both inside and outside Renming Palace, it was deathly quiet, save for the rhythmic footsteps of the Imperial Guards patrolling the grounds.
Wei Xiao had been gone for an hour. She knew she could not afford to be impatient. Wen Qingyu had to be brought into the palace secretly. As for exactly how Wei Xiao would manage it, she felt no concern. He was a trusted subordinate promoted by Zhao Yan himself; naturally, he had his own methods—secret passages, hidden doors, or perhaps disguising her as a night-patrol guard. After all, no matter how high the palace walls were, they could not keep out those truly determined to pass through, especially not a man like Wei Xiao, who had once taken the head of a Northern Rong leader.
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