Trap

Zi Wei had been living in the Silver Moon Pavilion for many years, so he was well-acquainted with its layout. He led Su Yingxue into the Central Academy, where all the transaction records were stored.

Su Yingxue gazed at the tightly sealed door and mused that the Silver Moon Pavilion was no different from other places. The guards could be easily evaded, and even this pavilion lacked any distinctive features.

It was somewhat different from what she had imagined.

As she took her first step, Zi Wei suddenly grasped her hand. "We've fallen into a trap!"

His deep and hoarse voice resonated with a sense of impending danger.

Before he could protect Su Yingxue within his embrace, the courtyard echoed with the sound of arrows.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

These were thick, heavily weighted arrows, ten times more lethal than those crafted within the imperial palace.