This night, the ink-like sky suddenly brightened in the middle of the night, the dark clouds drifted away, and a full moon rose. Under the moonlight, the silhouette of Changmen appeared like a lurking leopard in the howling cold wind, silent and still...
At the table, the three made courteous gestures, but between the lines, concealed sharpness was laced, their minds harbouring separate plots. Yet, upon reflection, the banquet on the fourteenth day of December turned out to be the only time they gathered...
...in a manner decorous and amicable.
The night banquet did not disperse until the third watch of the night.
Ao Qi and Feng Yun escorted Xiao Cheng to the door, then suddenly halted.
"Lady Yun, could you fetch my wind-gown for me?"
Feng Yun lowered her eyes and smiled, "Just a moment."
She knew Ao Qi wanted to send her away.
And how could Xiao Cheng not understand?
