Deep in the night.
On the five towers, the Jiefan Guard pressed their waist knives and wore straw coats, their gazes cold and piercing.
Forty-two Jiefan Guards, forty-two hand crossbows, tightly encircled the Red Leaf Villa until each red lantern went out.
Fuxu Courtyard.
Zhou Kuang led eleven young men guarding the door of Prince Fu's bedroom. When tired, they cradled their swords in their arms and leaned wherever they could to sleep.
Juxian Residence.
The Crown Prince sat alone in the courtyard, lost in thought, while Mr. Liao led ten or so attendants from the Eastern Palace guarding the surroundings of Juxian Residence.
The spacious Red Leaf Villa was squarely arranged, like a chessboard waiting for moves to be made.
Tonight, surely many would find it hard to sleep.
At this moment, Chen Ji sat alone on a stone bench in the courtyard, resting with his eyes closed, prepared for any potential danger.
