On a pitch-black night, the moon had just risen above the treetops. Gauze-like clouds veiled its light, leaving only a hazy glow in the sky. On the ground below, it was long past the hour for extinguishing lamps and retiring for the night.
The architectural complex, so vast that one could not see its end, was like a slumbering hundred-eyed giant that had closed its countless eyes. And at this time, Qin Yan lightly flew across the rooftops. Her movements were ghostly and unpredictable, as light as a falling leaf and as swift as a gale.
Even when she leaped directly over a night watchman's head, she did not stir the slightest disturbance. If one were to ask for the most heavily guarded place in this world, the Imperial Palace would certainly be on the list. Countless soldiers patrolled day and night, while Imperial Inner Court Experts hid in the shadows, vigilant for any possible threat.