Chen Ji stood under the enormous shadow outside the Imperial Palace Gate, where the Yanchi Building on the city wall cast a shadow, like an official hat that covered the sky and sun.
Night Patrol.
Inspector General of the Imperial Camp.
Neither of these positions was what he wanted.
He turned his head, wishing to see the distant Jingyang Palace, but it was obscured by the large red palace walls of the Imperial Palace Gate.
By this time, the palace music of the Imperial Academy had already started; even from afar, one could hear the sound of bell and chime. The Qionglin Banquet must be bustling with noise, clinking glasses and shadows of lit pavilions.
But this bustle did not belong to him.
Chen Ji adjusted his collar and walked south.
Chen Xu stood under the moonlight outside Chengtian Gate, hands tucked in his sleeves, nodding slightly: "Young master, you've won this round. Master specially instructed me earlier to congratulate you upon your exit from the palace."
