Night.
The deep, still silence of the night.
However, Qingfeng Building was bathed in the bright light of candles.
From inside, came intermittent sounds of laughter and frolicking, accompanied by the mournful notes of a flute and qin, one could imagine the merriment therein.
On the rooftop of Qingfeng Building, a figure clad in black halted.
He lifted a roof tile.
And saw inside a room, two men—one playing the qin and the other serving a woman wine. Both men appeared very intimate with her.
Xiao Jinxing couldn't make out the woman's face, as it was just concealed by a thin veil, and her body was embraced in the man's arms.
It was impossible to see clearly.
Xiao Jinxing did not linger.
He took off his night clothes.
Underneath, he was dressed in the flowing white robes like those the young master he had seen at the entrance today wore.
His long black hair cascaded over his white garments, only lightly tied at the back of his head with a white ribbon.
