Qing Huan used her Qinggong to leap effortlessly over the wall, landing softly on the ground.
She glanced around. The night was hazy, and in the distance, a palace lantern cast a dim, yellow glow.
The area was deserted.
Qing Huan broke into a run, moving swiftly forward.
Her movements were quick and nimble, like a black cat, and she didn't make a single sound.
Shortly after she left, two Night Owl Guards dressed in black emerged from the shadows. They, too, used their Qinggong and gave chase in the direction Qing Huan had gone.
To avoid being discovered, they didn't dare follow too closely.
They maintained a careful distance—not too far, not too close.
The Supervisor had said that Princess Consort Zhao wouldn't just sit quietly in Chaoyang Palace. Since she was pregnant and her mobility was limited, she would have to dispatch her personal maid to handle her affairs. All they had to do was watch Chaoyang Palace, and they would be sure to catch the maid in the act.
