Liang Wan cut him off coldly, her tone unsparing.
In his shock, he watched her stalk away.
The night was pitch-black. Her clothes were thin, and when the evening wind blew, her sleeves fluttered, making her seem all the more delicate and fragile. All he could remember was a pair of bright, dark eyes full of stubborn defiance.
Cao Jun lowered his gaze, his eyes falling on the peach blossom sachet in his hand.
Liang Wan's steps grew heavier as she walked. 'Is this what they mean by "more haste, less speed"?' She had exhausted all her efforts, only to return empty-handed.
Outside the Prime Minister's Mansion, the main street was empty. The cold night wind left Liang Wan feeling lost. Her original plan had been for Chancellor Cao to use the solid evidence to take down Wang Su immediately, allowing her to return to the Liang Mansion safely—
But in the end, not only had she failed to rescue Wang Tingyue, she now had nowhere to go herself.
