Zhao Xiaomiao watched Yuwen Jun leave without a trace of reluctance, pulling a mocking smile.
She didn't want freedom.
Rather than muddling through past memories, it was better to immerse herself in the maelstrom. As long as she gave enough, there would come a day when she would be rewarded, and then even when facing former enemies, she would have the strength to challenge them.
These days were sweet as honey to her!
...
Their meeting was in the dark night, unbeknownst to others.
Yuwen Jun moved through the vast world of dusk like a ghost, sighing softly, the wind faintly carrying his low mutters.
"You all forced me."
The next day, as soon as Yuwen Jun woke up, he received a message from Yuwen Ji's servant, telling him to go to the Imperial Palace immediately.
The steward by Yuwen Jun's side felt a bit sorry for him. After all, it had only been five days since he was injured, and a careless move could tear the wound at any time; he should be recuperating properly at home.
