Pure moonlight spilled over Old Street. The bloodstained ground had already been washed clean, and the shattered bricks and stones moved to the roadside.
Dongfang Liren walked slowly down the battle-scarred street, studying the houses along it with a deep frown, looking as though she were contemplating some urgent matter concerning the common people.
Ye Jingtang walked beside her. He had not wanted to interrupt Silly's thoughts, but after watching her for a while without understanding why, he finally asked:
"Your Highness, what are you thinking about?"
Dongfang Liren wanted to do what Ye Jingtang had done while investigating cases before: deduce the combatants' positions and moves from the marks on the ground and walls.
But she had clearly overestimated herself a little. Unable to figure it out, yet too embarrassed to admit it in front of her esteemed Lord Tangtang, she nodded pensively.
"I'm reconstructing the battle. Outnumbered, yet you still handled yourself with ease and escaped unscathed. Your martial arts appear to have improved again."
Although this assessment was a blind guess based on Ye Jingtang's lack of injuries, her bearing really did suggest a master who saw through everything. It was quite convincing.
Ye Jingtang knew the extent of Silly's abilities. He did not expose her, merely smiling.
"You have a keen eye, Your Highness."
Dongfang Liren was too embarrassed to nod in agreement. She turned toward the inn.
"It's a mess here. There's nothing much to see. Let's head back."
Ye Jingtang glanced at the nearby inn, thought for a moment, then asked:
"Where will you sleep tonight, Your Highness?"
Dongfang Liren and her master had come alone, without any attendants. Naturally, they would be staying with Ye Jingtang.
Hearing this, Dongfang Liren could not help suspecting that her lecherous subordinate wanted to take advantage of