That night, during the hours of 9-11 PM, darkness had fully enveloped the Capital City.
Most people had already gone to rest, with only a few streets still lit up.
At the third floor of an inn in the eastern part of the city, Zhao Xiyan and Qi Yue had each finished preparing and came out of their rooms.
Upon seeing Qi Yue in a woman's attire, Zhao Xiyan smiled.
"What? Don't like dressing as a man anymore?"
"No," Qi Yue shook her head, intending to tell him about her encounter with the leader of the nefarious Feiying Pavilion during the day, but she swallowed her words.
If she did tell him, wouldn't Zhao Xiyan know she had been treated rudely without getting her revenge?
With his single-minded temper, he would certainly scour the entire Capital City for Fatou and tear him to pieces.
Wouldn't that delay more important matters?
"I just think you were right, dressing as a man is inevitably a flaw that can give me away. Dressed like I am now, nobody knows I am Miss Qi Yue."
