The night is deep and quiet.
Chen Ji sits silently on the ridge of Silver Apricot Garden, polishing the Whale Blade. The long Whale Blade is like flowing mercury, reflecting the moonlight in the sky and also shining in Chen Ji's eyes.
From a distance, he sees a small shadow leap into the Chen Mansion, and only then does he breathe a sigh of relief.
The figure agilely hops between rooftops, quickly arriving beside him and sitting down with a soft "meow": "She's dead, but it wasn't as satisfying as I imagined."
Consort Xue's Ice Flow merges into his body, and Chen Ji looks at the patch of orange-red firelight in the night mist afar: "Because she was not the main culprit, she was just the knife that killed the Empress, not the hand that wielded it, hence it wasn't satisfying."
Wu Yun hesitates: "Did I kill the wrong one then?"
