The night was pitch black, each night had been just like this, concealing everyone's secrets, resembling the restless thoughts of someone lurking in the darkness.
Qi Ling had been standing in front of Prince Duan's Mansion for so long that he almost turned to stone, almost convinced that His Highness lacked the courage to enter, when Zheng Congyuan suddenly lifted his leg and walked to a very secluded part of the mansion, lightly leaping onto the wall, with Qi Ling following effortlessly, even not stirring a single leaf.
They were not very familiar with the layout of Prince Duan's Mansion; the most familiar was Qi Jin. Qi Jin had been to Prince Duan's Mansion more frequently than the others and was the first, in the darkness, to recognize the direction to the main courtyard, but they did not know which courtyard the Commandery Princess would be in.
