It was night.
Shen Yinning stood behind the railing on the top floor.
The entirety of Liang Garden was illuminated with lights. Box after box of gold and silver treasures was being carried out, sealed with official marks by the Imperial Guard after auditing. The procession of torches stretched for miles—the amassed wealth of the Luo Family was truly immeasurable, like a fortune that could rival a nation.
The night wind tousled her hair.
Shen Yinning saw in the distance the high towers with their flying eaves, adorned with hundreds of palace lanterns. Xue Ling and others were flipping through the account books, while Lu Ying leaned against the intricately carved window, listening to their reports. As he turned to the side, their gazes happened to lock.
His eyes didn't linger and quickly withdrew.
As if certain that she and Luo Xibai were already caged beasts, locked in a life-or-death struggle.
