Moonlight spilled down, coating the earth in silver. The heavy rain had scrubbed the Capital clean, leaving even the ground glistening with reflections.
Xiao Wuji sat in his carriage, feeling a throbbing ache in his head. He raised a hand to massage his temples, thinking of the schemes and events of the day, and then of Xiao Mingyin, with whom he had exchanged only a few words. He, too, was being pushed along by others—but was it Xiao Mingyin who was orchestrating the hearts of men?
"Clatter."
Chapter 35