The stars filled the sky.
As night deepened, the starry sky resembled a chessboard strewn with pieces, seeming close enough to pluck with one hand and stirring endless fancies. Gazing up at such beauty could only fill one with boundless emotion.
Yet Yi Feng leaned against the window with a furrowed brow, deep in thought.
Because his chess game was not going very well.
Yi Feng had heard that Gu Qingcheng was also temporarily staying in the palace here and was being treated as an honored guest. After all, his status was no ordinary one.
That had delighted Yi Feng for quite a while.
But he had thought he would have a chance to seek death. He had stayed awake for half the night, waiting for the other party to make a Black Hand move.
Yet there had not even been the slightest rustle of wind or grass.
Where was that grudge-holding Old Silver Coin he had been promised?
If he still did not come, his whole persona would collapse!
Yi Feng was nearly asleep from waiting, yet still saw no movement. He could not help feeling uneasy. Could it be that Gu Qingcheng truly feared Bai Piaopiao and did not dare make a move here?
If that were true, then today's efforts would have been wasted for nothing.
Another two hours passed.
Yi Feng grew even more anxious, with an increasingly strong feeling that this would all come to nothing. Recalling what had happened today, that feeling only intensified. That pretty-boy, though sinister and shameless, truly knew how to endure and was good at keeping up appearances. He really did have something of the bearing of a young master from a great Lineage.
If this continued, perhaps it truly would be as Bai Piaopiao had said—that fellow did not