The solitary moon hung high, casting a thin layer of snowlight over the bamboo forest in the night.
Four figures clad in black silently carried a small, flower-embroidered, purple palanquin into the forest.
One of them surveyed the surroundings and then saluted the person inside the palanquin, "Young Master, Xiang Ying has yet to arrive, and it is already 1:45 AM."
A laugh emanated from the palanquin: "I deliberately came late to temper her edge, but it seems she simply decided not to show up."
The wind passed, lifting the curtain of the palanquin window and revealing a clear jawline.
He smirked coldly: "Let's wait a bit more, if she does not show up after thirty minutes..."
His voice trailed off.
The attendant, anticipating his next words, said, "If she does not come, should the Young Master return first?"
A folding fan flew out of the palanquin, striking the attendant on the forehead, then twirling back into the well-defined hand.
