On a thunderstorm night, the intertwined streets and lanes of the capital were empty and silent.
After midnight, the back door of a mansion in the south of the city was quietly pushed open, and a man and a woman stepped out. The man carefully wrapped the bundle in the woman's arms tightly, and the rain curtains concealed the retreating figures of the two.
No one knew that a woman wearing a black brocade cloud-patterned robe was standing inside the door watching them leave. Hidden in the black robe at night, the clenched jade hands trembled slightly, the nails were deeply embedded in the skin, and the blood stains on the fair and tender skin were extremely eye-catching.