A Vicious Plan

With Song Qingshu's current qinggong, unless the gate guards had known in advance that someone was coming, there was no way they could have noticed his intrusion in that instant. Besides, the guards at the entrance seemed to fear Wanyan Ping; they were all staring at the ground with their heads lowered, making it even less likely that they would notice Song Qingshu.

The moment Song Qingshu entered, he sprang lightly off the ground and flattened himself against the shadows beneath the roof. The entire sequence flowed seamlessly. If any renowned qinggong masters of the martial world had witnessed it, they would likely have felt ashamed of their own inferiority.

"Hm?" As though sensing something, Wanyan Ping suddenly turned around and glanced behind her. Yet all she saw were her subordinates standing respectfully. She frowned slightly, then soon laughed to herself at her own excessive suspicion. Huan Yi Yuan was unknown to the outside world and lay deep within the heavily guarded imperial palace. How could anyone possibly find this place?

Watching Wanyan Ping and her group depart, Song Qingshu secretly let out a breath of relief. His little sister-in-law's sixth sense was truly terrifying.

He became even more cautious afterward. Fortunately, aside from the guards stationed behind the doors, there was no one else inside. It seemed they had adopted a strategy of strong outer defenses and weak inner ones, allowing Song Qingshu to calmly trail Wanyan Ping and the others. Otherwise, no matter how exceptional his qinggong was, it would have been difficult not to leave traces under so many watchful eyes.

Following Wanyan Ping, he soon arrived before a row of rooms. Calling them rooms was not quite right; they were more aptly described as prison cells. Their walls were not built from earth or brick, but