The tranquil moon cast its light into the winter alley.
A man and a woman were alone in the west wing. Though the door was already shut, the silhouette on the window paper still revealed a graceful woman deftly putting on a bellyband and skirt...
On a nearby rooftop, a tall figure stood alone beneath the moonlight!
The figure wore a long black dress, with the black gauze of a veiled hat concealing his upper body. Yet the curves traced by the night breeze against his skirt still revealed the dramatic rises and dips of his figure.
The green-sheathed sword on his back lent him the air of an unparalleled sword immortal descended from the highest heavens. Even through the veil, one could indeed sense the sharpness radiating from his beautiful phoenix eyes, along with the complicated mix of feelings hidden within...
Ye Hongshang's perception was never wrong. If she said there was an ambush, there was an ambush. Only after coming closer had she discovered that the ambusher was no opponent, so she had seen through it without saying anything.
When they left Luojing, Nangong Ye had said he would catch up two days later.
Though Xie Jinhuan had given Nangong Ye half a month's cultivation all at once, after such intense nourishment, what young wife could endure an abrupt separation and half a month alone in an empty bedchamber?
Thus, as soon as Nangong Ye finished his business, he rushed toward Northern Zhou without stopping. Though he wanted to maintain the bearing of a Daoist woman and not seem too eager, his body seemed to disobey him. He had not even wanted to sleep along the way, pressing ahead with his head down, thinking only of seeing him sooner.
Nangong Ye had reached Yanjing at noon today, only