The light of dusk scattered down, coating the magnificent Imperial Palace in a layer of dim gold.
Jiang Zheyu and Zexun were on their way out when Yan Luo and Hui happened to be returning. The two groups ran into each other.
The faint smile on Jiang Zheyu's face slowly vanished.
The sight of them inevitably reminded her of that night—of their contemptuous tones and condescending attitudes as they described her as a little mouse, hiding in the shadows and spying.
'They're the little mice! Their whole family are little mice!'
Yan Luo, like so many aloof and resilient female protagonists, had a calm, cold gaze. She, too, saw Jiang Zheyu and Zexun.
Her gaze lingered on Jiang Zheyu for only a moment before shifting to Zexun. In a cool, clear voice, she offered a greeting. "Chief Judge Ze, what a coincidence."
"Yes, quite a coincidence, Special-level Researcher." Zexun replied courteously, then politely greeted the man beside Yan Luo. "Deacon Hui."
