Feng Qingyan tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. She thought about Jun Moqing's unfathomable kung fu and lightness skill—now that he insisted she was his wife, what if he clung to her and refused to let go?
Suddenly, she sat up. "Why not take advantage of the dark and windy night and leave before trouble arises later on?"
Having decided, Feng Qingyan threw back the covers and began to dress. "Qingrong, get up."
Qingrong was sleeping in the outer room. As a martial artist too, she was already awake by the time Feng Qingyan got up. Hearing her master's voice, she immediately got out of bed and began dressing.
"Master, what are your plans so late at night?"
Without looking up, Feng Qingyan said, "Let's leave this place first."
Upon hearing this, Qingrong didn't ask further and started packing after she got dressed.
They hadn't been in the Capital for long, so naturally, their luggage was minimal, and it was quickly packed.