The night was as dark as ink, with dim lights along the streets of Qingshui County. Occasionally, the sound of the night drum echoed in the distance, breaking the silence of the night.
Zhao Zun leaned slantwise on the chair, his face stern, and his eyes revealed a sense of determination and resolve. After drinking the sobering tea sent by Zitan, his slight intoxication had mostly dissipated.
"Girl, I will soon hear news about you," Zhao Zun muttered to himself, his fingers gripping the teacup so tightly they turned pale.
The appearance of Princess Changle in Qingshui County was too coincidental. He already had a plan in mind, deciding to remain calm and first probe the intentions of Princess Changle.
At this moment, as the night deepened, the interior of an inn in Qingshui County was silent, with only a few lanterns swaying in the wind, emitting faint light.
