The night in Liangzhou, still carried a chill in August.
Under the moonlight, the Royal Beiliang Mansion's nine-ridge resting mountain top's glazed tiles gleamed dimly in the night, like scales covering a giant beast, while the iron horses on the eaves were gently swayed by the wind, their jingling sounds breaking at the corner of the corridor.
Inside the mansion, guards holding fire torches patrolled everywhere, the security was tight, and there were hidden eyes keenly watching the rustling of the wind around.
In the East Courtyard of the Prince Mansion, the carved railings and jade balustrades blurred into shadows in the night.
In a study, the flickering light of fire cast two silhouettes upon the window.
A shadow stood below, holding hands, head lowered, body bowed.
Another sat above, side shape like a mountain shadow, under the yellow glow of the candle carrying an imposing presence.
