In the blink of an eye, it was midnight.
The entire Daxing City was enveloped by the night, crisscrossed paths and densely packed pavilions resembling a silent, delicate bonsai, while those within seemed like ants crawling in the bonsai.
Yet, under the plague and curfew, not many dared to venture out at such a late hour.
In the stillness, a light sound of hooves and wheels resonated as a carriage slowly traversed the long street, two lanterns dangling from either side of its roof, swaying faintly. The dim light illuminated the handsome face of the man driving, one hand on the reins, the other holding a whip, frequently glancing anxiously ahead.
It was Pei Xingyuan.
Though a noble son, he was not at all unskilled in driving the carriage, stretching his neck to peer forward while steering, where not far ahead was the spot he had arranged to meet Jin Daji this night.
East Market North Gate.
