The Inherited Mystic Marquis, the Fly Thieves Who Broke In

Hearing this, Lin Aoshang gazed at Li Xian and thought, This Martial Commandant Lang is attentive, cautious, clever, and thorough in his work. He really is impressive.

She would never have thought of that just now.

"If he hadn't reminded me, I might have exposed my identity. Then... the Flower Cage Sect could have turned the tables and captured me. Wouldn't that have been a completely baffling defeat?"

A cold sweat broke out, as if she'd been doused with ice water.

It was around noon, so there was still plenty of time. Li Xian found a teahouse, ordered two servings of tea snacks, a plate of sunflower seeds, and a dish of flaky pastries. They sat quietly and passed the time.

Lin Aoshang picked up a flaky pastry between two fingers and put it in her mouth. It was crisp, fragrant, sweet, and rich, but not to her taste. She stopped after one bite and turned to crack sunflower seeds instead.

Bored, she curiously studied Li Xian, looking him up and down, then down and up again.

After staring for a while, her pretty face reddened and she felt a little embarrassed. She simply lay down on the table and closed her eyes to sleep. Li Xian cleared his mind, drank tea, ate pastries, cracked seeds, and listened to the music. The teahouse storyteller recounted Jianghu tales with rising and falling emphasis.

They sat at ease like this until nightfall.

The full moon hung high overhead.

Seeing that the time was right, Li Xian covered his face with a cloth. He woke Lin Aoshang, and the two climbed over a wall, keeping out of sight. They became fly thieves and slipped into the Wang Family.

The Wang Family was wealthy and had an immense estate, with strict patrols at night.