Under the full moon, at the edge of a solitary cliff on Mo Mountain.
Two figures stood alone.
"Your Highness, are you confused?"
"This journey is so perilous, yet you actually impersonated Xiao Ying to come here?"
...
"Mr. Tian, what are you talking about? I don't understand."
...
"You see? You even used the wrong form of address. Xiao Ying always calls me 'Master,' never 'Mr. Tian.' Did you really think I wouldn't notice?"
"..."
"Master..."
"Your Highness, please hold your tongue! Do not demean yourself!"
"..."
Ahead, a man in a black cloak and bamboo hat stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the moon above.
His features were ordinary, but his eyes were filled with resignation.
The dust on his body added a touch of the night's frost.
The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes lent him an air of indescribable fatigue.
Behind him, a woman in similar black attire frowned, about to speak.
"That... I really am Xiao Ying."
