Reunion with Wei Qing

That night.

An autumn rain had just passed.

A thin layer of water had pooled over Chang'an's bluestone streets, reflecting the scattered lanterns hung throughout the wards, their lights and shadows swaying.

Everlasting Prosperity Ward.

It stood beside the Demon Suppression Headquarters, one of the finest and wealthiest districts in all of Chang'an.

Those who lived here were either rich or noble.

And not merely rich or noble.

Either someone in their family held a lofty court position, clad in purple robes and jade belts, or their ancestors had accumulated towering merits.

Once the ward gates closed, this place became another world.

Even the armed patrolmen walking the streets within had to tread on tiptoe.

They feared stepping too heavily on the blue bricks and disturbing some noble's sweet dreams.

Ordinary folk, let alone living here, would be questioned for half a day merely passing through if their clothes were even slightly untidy.

The somewhat heavy clop of hooves shattered the silence of the long alley.

Jiang Yuechu led the Scarlet-eyed Steed and stopped before a vermilion gate.

She raised her head and, by the faint glow of the lantern at the entrance, looked at the plaque.

"This is the place."

Jiang Yuechu let out a breath and wiped her face.

Her originally fair, delicate features were now plastered over with dried dark-red bloodstains, leaving only a pair of cold eyes glinting eerily in the night.

She had fought her way back from Jingyang, then rushed into the city without stopping.

At this moment, she scarcely looked human.

Knock, knock, knock.

Jiang Yuechu raised her hand and knocked on the door knocker.

After a long while.

Dragging footsteps finally sounded from within.

"Which honored guest has come calling so late at night..."

Creak—

The side door opened a crack.

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