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Feng Qingyan tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. She thought about Jun Moqing’s unfathomable kung fu and lightness skill—now that he insisted she was his wife, what if he clung to her and refused to let go?

Suddenly, she sat up. "Why not take advantage of the dark and windy night and leave before trouble arises later on?"

Having decided, Feng Qingyan threw back the covers and began to dress. "Qingrong, get up."

Qingrong was sleeping in the outer room. As a martial artist too, she was already awake by the time Feng Qingyan got up. Hearing her master’s voice, she immediately got out of bed and began dressing.

"Master, what are your plans so late at night?"

Without looking up, Feng Qingyan said, "Let’s leave this place first."

Upon hearing this, Qingrong didn’t ask further and started packing after she got dressed.

They hadn’t been in the Capital for long, so naturally, their luggage was minimal, and it was quickly packed.

Qingrong slung the luggage on her back, looked up at Feng Qingyan, and said, "Master, I’m all packed."

Feng Qingyan nodded. "Let’s go now."

After settling the inn bill downstairs, Feng Qingyan walked out, scanning the streets with her eyes. It was past the third watch, and the streets were empty.

Not spotting anyone suspicious, she continued on.

Jun Moqing was holding a teacup, his gaze falling upon the two figures emerging from the inn, landing on the woman in front, still in her tight-sleeved, muscular outfit, a combination of red and black, unlike before, when she always favored red.

He put down the teacup and descended from the rooftop gracefully and lightly with a single leap.

"Master, where shall we go now?" Qingrong asked as they walked.

"Find another inn to stay at."

As soon as Feng Qingyan finished speaking, she saw a figure dressed in plain clothes drop from the sky. The person had a slender figure and features as if painted, seemingly stepping out of a painting, so beautiful it felt almost unreal.

"Why are you here?"

Jun Moqing walked up to her with a serene voice, "I’ve been here the whole time."

Feng Qingyan was petrified on the spot. Had Jun Moqing been watching the inn all along? How did he know she was planning to escape at midnight?

She laughed awkwardly, "I just couldn’t sleep and thought I’d take a stroll."

Even as she spoke those words, she didn’t believe them, and she doubted Jun Moqing would either.

Jun Moqing said, "The night is deep, and the dew is heavy, which can easily cause one to catch a cold."

Feng Qingyan paused. This answer wasn’t what she had expected.

"What about you? Aren’t you afraid of catching a cold from squatting on the rooftop all night?"

Jun Moqing: "I’m not."

Feng Qingyan: "..."

In the end, Feng Qingyan obediently returned to the inn. Passing the counter, the innkeeper couldn’t help but ask, "Guest, why have you come back?"

"Um." Feng Qingyan nodded awkwardly and turned to go upstairs.

Jun Moqing also followed upstairs.

Resigned, Qingrong went to the counter to extend their room.

Reaching the guest room door, Feng Qingyan pushed it open. Since they had just checked out, no one had come to clean.

She looked at Jun Moqing standing in the doorway, showing no intention of leaving. "Do you plan to continue squatting on the rooftop?"

Jun Moqing: "If you let me in, I wouldn’t mind."

Feng Qingyan: "...are you afraid I will run away?"

"The night is deep, and the dew is heavy; you should go back."

After Feng Qingyan finished speaking, she closed the door, sighing helplessly. It seemed there was no escaping tonight.

If Jun Moqing kept guard over the inn, it would be difficult for her to leave after her business was done.

At the fourth watch, Feng Qingyan opened her eyes and looked out the window, "He can’t really be squatting on the rooftop all night, can he?"

After much thought, Feng Qingyan still got out of bed, took a cloak, put it on, and pushed open the window. She leapt out using the wall for support with the agility that rose swiftly toward the eaves.

Her nimble silhouette against the pitch-black night deftly reached the eaves.

She didn’t go straight up to the rooftop in case Jun Moqing was indeed on guard there; being noticed would have been extremely awkward.

After grabbing the eaves with both hands, she cautiously peered up at the rooftop, only to look up and see a piece of plain clothes swirling with the wind.

Further up was Jun Moqing’s slender figure, sitting leisurely, his legs slightly bent, holding a translucent teacup, drinking tea with a deliberate slowness.

Feng Qingyan couldn’t believe her eyes; guarding here was clearly for fear that she would run away.

She was glad she hadn’t gone straight to the rooftop. Otherwise, it would have been an intense and embarrassing standoff.

Fearful of being discovered by Jun Moqing, she glanced a couple more times before retracting her head.

Just as Feng Qingyan pulled back, Jun Moqing’s gaze came over. In fact, he had noticed her the moment she got out of bed.