In the Biyue Palace, Chen 'Lu' saw off the emperor and sat alone by the window, quietly listening to the sound of the watchman's rattle, counting down, with some worry in her heart.

  Her face was calm and unruffled, gazing at the solitary moon in the distance, feeling only a sense of desolation and emptiness, as if she had woken up from a dream, and her life would never be the same again.

  A person's heart is even more distant than the crescent moon in the sky!

  Clouds float by, moonlight gently veils, the deep shade of 'yin' sweeps across her delicate face, moistening the quiet years, carefree and detached from worldly dust, yet unable to illuminate the boundless depths within her heart.

  As Qing walked closer, she couldn't help but shiver - the cool, eerie moonlight seemed to flow quietly over her, and her entire being dissolved into it.

  "Your Majesty, over at Cining Palace, the lanterns have already been lit and there's a faint commotion."

  "I understand."

  The "burden" in Chen's heart was finally put down by half, while the other half was even more tightly wound.

  "On the other side of the prison wall, there was still no movement... Her voice was low and resolute, with a hint of fearlessness, as she suddenly stood up."

  "Your Ladyship needn't go in person, I'll just take a look and that's all!"

  "Those who act are also the best in the building, but so far there is no news. It seems that things are tricky."

  She got up, changed into light clothes and floated out of the window.

  The dim staircase descended gradually downwards, the prison was quiet and silent, almost able to hear the sound of a heartbeat.

  The iron railings surrounded the cell, mostly empty and idle. As I walked to the end, I saw a lamp like a bean, with a man and a woman lying on the ground, their lives unknown. Another person, dressed in black, stood against the wall, staring at her with a cold smile, speechless.

  "It's you!"

  Morning 'dew' eyebrows a stretch, clear and cold eyes, emitting a heavy sword meaning.

  "The little girl in the capital, has been taken care of by many princesses!" The man in black robes let out a profound and mysterious low laugh, with an air of majesty and a hint of military intent.

  His gaze was like a blade, looking at that white-robed 'girl', but seeing into a vast and clear expanse.

  Chen 'Lu' showed no fear, and when their eyes met, it was as if sparks flew.

  "Bring back those who belong to me."

  Chen 'Lu' said faintly, walking in calmly, not being affected by his imposing aura at all.

  The man in black robes lightly swung his sleeves, and the young woman on the ground suddenly flew up, as light as a cotton thread, slowly approaching.

  He was purely using his inner strength to control objects, and had already reached such a realm that if there were a third person present, they would definitely scream in shock.

  Morning dew on willow eyebrows, a white palm stretches out, as if the heavenly maiden holds up a mirror, steadily supporting people.

  "As expected, he is indeed a first-rate person beside the emperor!"

  The man in black raised his eyebrows and sneered coldly.

  "General Zhou is overpraising..."

  Morning 'dew' puts the subordinates in "Chen Building" behind him, but does not stop, and continues to move forward.

  "How... can you afford to watch me clean up this mess?!"

  Zhou Jun's eyes shone with an unusual light as he sneered.

  "Please forgive me for being abrupt. This person is your beloved, and the only one your deceased loved one had feelings for. I promised her that I would protect him with my life, and I will not go back on my word."

  The sound of 'dew' is not loud, but in the empty prison, it sounds clear and distinct.

  Her words had barely fallen when a long sword was drawn from its scabbard. The sword light flashed and flew, instantly approaching the person in front of her.

  As if eager to converge on the master's brow intent, the sword light was like snow, cutting off all the dust and worldly attachments, absolutely sharp and severe.

  That sharp edge almost flashed before her eyes, and even the wind carried a scorching pain. Zhou Huan was secretly shocked by this old cunning that didn't match her age, but she was even more unwilling to show weakness. Her figure suddenly contracted, and in the blink of an eye, she had already dodged away.

  That long sword flashed at a strange angle and suddenly killed in front of him. He dodged again, one foot empty, and had already stepped onto the stairs.

  With no way out, Zhou Jun flew up like a floating cloud and landed on the ground.

  He was shocked to discover that he had fallen into a trap, and just as he was about to turn around, the "Tai Ah" sword, which was full of ancient intentions but lacked luster, surprisingly followed him like a snake's tail.

  Chen 'Lu' was worried about the two people in prison, his sword moves were swift and decisive, for a time, Zhou Zhuo couldn't even get a hand in, but after all, he was highly skilled, after a fierce battle, he no longer panicked.

  Can't delay anymore...

  Morning 'dew' slightly clenched teeth, water sleeve lightly shook, a piece of dazzling extreme light curtain, in the darkness emitted infinite.