The lingering warmth of the enthronement ceremony has not yet dissipated, and the night of Jiuhuan Realm is slowly spreading like silk soaked in ink. The glazed tiles of Zichen Palace shimmered coldly under the moonlight, and the gilt wind chimes hanging on the corners of the eaves were occasionally blown by the evening breeze, making a few crisp sounds, but were quickly swallowed up by the silence deep in the palace.
Li Qianyou stepped on the cold glass of the palace roof with her bare feet, and her skirt swept across the tiles, making a slight rustling sound. She had long since changed out of her imperial robe, and was only wearing plain white regular clothes. Her long hair was tied loosely behind her head, and a few strands of broken hair hung down on the side of her neck, trembling gently with her breathing. The moonlight shone on her face, softening the sharpness between her brows and eyes, but it could not hide the sharp edge deep in her eyes that danced like a ghost fire.
"I'd rather choose a place."
A low, magnetic voice came from behind, with a somewhat lazy hoarse tone. Li Qianyou didn't look back, she just raised her hand and twisted a white jade chess piece placed on her side, feeling the unique warm touch of jade on her fingertips. She could feel the familiar breath gradually approaching, with a touch of demonic energy and the freshness of vegetation. It was the smell of Su Jin, and it was the only breath that could make her feel at ease in her half-life.
