The vibrant nightlife made Mu Qingge feel an illusion upon first sight, as if she had returned to a past life, a world where day and night were indistinguishable.
A shadow smoothly avoided the slightly tipsy crowd and swiftly dashed into a large, tightly closed courtyard.
In the courtyard stood five hundred n in neat rows, each cloaked in black, concealing their forms and even their breaths. They faced a room lit by the faint glow of candles, with a breathtaking silhouette reflected on the window lattice, seemingly drinking alone under the moon.
The person who entered moved through the wall of people without hindrance, ca to the front of the room, kneeled on one knee, right hand clenched into a fist touching the ground, and said in a deep voice, "My Lord, the subordinate has returned."
"Enter," a faint voice floated over, carrying a hint of coldness, yet with a touch of nonchalance and detachnt.
The door opened, and the kneeling Dragon Tooth Guard glanced up, rose imdiately, and entered the room. Soon after, the door closed, and the Dragon Tooth Guards outside remained as still as statues, unaffected in the slightest.
Inside, the room was simply furnished, not much different from an ordinary Tu Country household.
There were two people in the room, one in red, the other in black, one seated, one standing. The candlelight illuminated Mu Qingge’s exquisite and stunning face, obscure and inscrutable, with a glaze-like hue, dreamlike and ethereal.
The face, so exquisitely flawless, defied all descriptions that ink and pen could offer.
Even though it wasn’t the first ti seeing it, the entering Dragon Tooth Guard still found his mind montarily dazed before this visage of profound beauty.
Luckily, it was only a mont before he regained his composure, kneeling before Mu Qingge, who toyed with a wine cup in her hands. "My Lord."
"Hm." Mu Qingge replied with a nasal sound, downing the amber liquid with its intense alcoholic scent in one go. The fiery, spicy sensation instantly seared her throat, bringing a faint blush to her fair, crystal-clear cheeks, adding a hint of charm to her heroic aura.
"Damn! Tu Country’s wine is fucking strong!"
Mu Qingge cursed inwardly, regretting the decision to down the strong drink.
She was focused on her now-empty wine cup, not noticing Mo Yang behind her, whose gaze lingered on her softly pinked cheeks, a trace of fascination in his eyes.
With disdain, she tossed the wine cup onto the table, the sound of it hitting the surface waking Mo Yang from behind. He hurriedly masked his emotions, pressed his lips, set the wine pot down, and offered Mu Qingge a cup of sobering tea.
Mu Qingge took it, sipped a little, and then spoke to the kneeling Dragon Tooth Guard: "Rise, tell what you’ve found out."
"Yes." The Dragon Tooth Guard stood up, reporting all the information he had gathered.
Silent, Mu Qingge listened, her eyes gradually narrowing into slits, the cold and sardonic gleam flickering in the crevices.
No one knew that she hadn’t gone to the Sunset Wilderness but had taken a shortcut with the Dragon Tooth Guards to infiltrate the Royal Court of Tu Country. The army heading for the Sunset Wilderness was led by several deputies at Mu Xiong’s side, appointed temporarily to the commander’s position, one of whom was the deputy commander who had lost to Mu Qingge.
Today marked the third night since she led the Dragon Tooth Guards into the Royal Court.
According to the army’s schedule, the forces under Deputy Commander Xiong should have also reached the Sunset Wilderness by today to et the formidable Crown Prince of Tu Country.
Whether they engaged in battle and what the outco was, Mu Qingge didn’t care.
At this mont, what piqued her interest was the news brought back by the Dragon Tooth Guards.
"It seems we’re in luck," Mu Qingge said with a slight upward curve at the corner of her mouth after listening to the report.
"Mo Yang," Mu Qingge suddenly called out.
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