It had been so long since they last met, and Tang Ying was still as noble and beautiful. Zhang Ziwen's heart ached; she was the supreme Queen of the Tang Dynasty. Destiny seemed to play tricks on him, loving someone he should not have. Hidden around the corner, Zhang Ziwen watched her silently. They seemed so close, yet he felt the distance between them was vast and unreachable...
In silent observation, with a complex look in his eyes, Zhang Ziwen was unnoticed by Tang Ying. Her delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed, seemingly burdened with endless worries...
Then, with a light "click", the door opened, and Tang Ying went inside. Another "click", and the door closed gently...
The corridor was quiet. Zhang Ziwen carefully listened at the stairwell to ensure Tang Ying did not bring any attendants with her. He then leaned out from his hiding spot, stealthily approaching the door, his ear pressed to it. The soundproofing was excellent, and he couldn't hear any noise from inside.
