The Hooded Figure
The palace was unusually quiet.
Moonlight spilled across the stone pathways, turning the imperial gardens into a sea of silver. Gentle wind stirred the bamboo leaves, and the distant sound of water flowing through the palace ponds echoed through the darkness.
Most of the palace had already fallen asleep.
The servants had retired.
The guards continued their patrols.
The concubines' palaces were dark.
Everything appeared peaceful.
Yet the Empress could not sleep.
She sat beside the open window of her chamber, a book resting on her lap, though she had not read a single page. Ever since the strange incidents surrounding Shin Gu and the dark magic, an uneasy feeling lingered in her heart.
Something was wrong.
She simply couldn't prove it.
Suddenly—
A familiar whisper echoed beside her ear.
"An An..."
She turned.
Fen Yu floated beside the window, her face unusually serious.
Behind her were Wei Rong and Li Shen.
For once...
None of them were arguing.
