Night, Palace.
A black figure that looked like a shadow quickly disappeared within Huayang Palace. This figure's movements were silent and quiet, not causing a single wave of force to spread. Due to this, the figure didn't attract the guards' attention.
The moon hung brightly and shone down. The night was cooling like water, and the surroundings were quiet—so quiet that Shangguan Wan could clearly hear her heart beating wildly.
She held her chest and closely leaned against the door as all the blood in her body seemed to have frozen with a harsh icy aura that stiffened her limbs.
Not daring to breathe loudly, she widened her eyes as blood filled them. Her forehead was clearly covered with tiny beads of sweat, and her lips were pale.
If someone came in now and saw her in this state, they would definitely think that she had seen a ghost.
Also, her mind was blank. Just now… Just now…