The guard at the door let out a cough to urge Murong Zhining.

She whispered, “I must go, in case Gao Chenghao suddenly comes back.”

She pulled out a hairpin from her hair and threw it through the bars, then turned around to leave the prison. Chiyun Yuexuan picked up the hairpin. Gently caressing it, he put it to his lips for a kiss before stowing it in his robes.

At noon the next day, Chiyun Yuexuan violently shook the iron door to his cell. “Make your damn master to ...