Li Sangruo's eyes, at this moment, were bright and tender, as if a ray of light had torn a slit in the dark night, and just like that, it fell on Tang Shaogong's face.
"Shh..."
The sound of people in the distance rose and fell.
Someone had discovered Tang Shaogong's Attendant and had given chase.
Not until they had lured the pursuers away did Tang Shaogong speak, let alone move.
Li Sangruo didn't either.
She just leaned in his embrace.
Soaking up the only, and perhaps the last, love and warmth of this life.
"Thank you, Uncle Shaogong."
Tang Shaogong didn't speak, glanced at her once with lowered eyes, and once the surroundings were calm, he swiftly carried her across the corridor and walked deeper into the night.
Li Sangruo was extremely familiar with this palace.
Tang Shaogong led her towards the eastern Chongguang Gate, which was usually where palace servants hauled nightsoil and wastewater.
The night was deep and silent.
