The moonlight of autumn was extraordinarily bright and clear, it spilled into every corner of the Imperial City, eavesdropping on the stories of each household.
The night had grown deep. Shangguan Xuanyi glanced at the soundly sleeping Xiao'er. The autumn night was cold, and Shangguan Xuanyi worried that Xiao'er might feel a chill if he woke up. He pressed down the quilt beside Xiao'er with one hand, preventing the cold air from drawing near, and silently slid out of bed with the other, lifting the corner of the quilt.
Shangguan Xuanyi softly walked out of the room. Yang Mei, on night duty, stood up quickly. Giving Yang Mei a silent sign, Shangguan Xuanyi indicated with his eyes for her to take care of Xiao'er, then he stepped outside.
Shangguan Xuanyi entered his study, where a man in black emerged from the darkest corner. He saluted respectfully, "My lord!"
"Is everyone here?"
"Yes, they are!"
"Depart!" The man spat out two words coldly, as if issuing a death order.