Su Chen did not linger at the royal palace. After taking his leave, he returned to his residence, yet he sensed he was being followed along the way.
Frowning slightly, Su Chen quickened his pace, and two figures flickered rapidly behind him.
Night fell, the pitch-black sky speckled with stars. The imperial city remained a place of wine, song, and indulgence; everywhere was bustling with crowds, especially the brothel district, where laughter and playful shouts rose in endless succession.
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