The exquisite moonlight cascaded along the knife-sharp ridge down into the valley, illuminating the small river flowing through it and those black porcelain tiles on the eaves of a manor.
The manor stood quietly, its inner bright pattern lamps complementing the night's moonlight, adorning it like a pearl nestled among the hills, with paths of cobblestones connecting its various courtyards.
The side room was very quiet,
Su Jinxuan, dressed in plain clothes, sat tranquilly at the wooden table inside the room, sipping fragrant tea.
An hour ago, she had been abducted to this unfamiliar manor by a masked mysterious person.
But before she could speak, the person vanished immediately.
Although their figure was illusory and unclear, she surmised that the person was likely Qin Weijiu or someone from the power behind Qin Weijiu.
Otherwise, there was no reason for them to risk kidnapping her.
