The summer night was stiflingly hot. Fu Yingzhi pressed herself against the mottled palace wall of Nanfeng Palace, sweat trickling down her temples.
She looked up at the waning crescent moon half-hidden by thin clouds, silently counting the interval between the patrols of the guards.
"It really is the Emperor." Yao Sichen's voice was barely audible. His slender figure blended perfectly with the shadows of the palace wall, and only his hawk-like, sharp eyes gleamed with vigilance in the dark.
Chapter 121