As Ningyan lay unconscious on the bed, Yunyi released a slow, heavy breath as she watched him.
She draped a black cloak over his body, carefully covering his hair, concealing every trace of him. Then she waved her hand, and the glow sealing the chamber walls faded away.
At that moment, the servant she had been speaking to earlier stepped inside.
He was an elderly man with a neat goatee, but the horns curving from his head and the powerful build beneath his robes marked him clearly as a formidable beast.
"My lady—" His words faded when his eyes landed on Ningyan lying motionless on the bed.
Yunyi startled slightly, rubbing the back of her neck. "Bo. Don't worry, he's not dead. I just…" She exhaled and straightened. "There's been a change of plans."
She walked toward him.
"You'll transport him instead of me. Take him to Water City. Zhao Zihan will keep him safe, for now."
Bo's eyes widened. "And you, my lady?"
