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He looked down toward the direction of the Empress's bedroom. That window was dark.

The entire palace was plunged into darkness, with only the palace lanterns hanging from the eaves still lit, their dim yellow glow swaying slightly in the night breeze.

He stood up and jumped off the roof. He landed silently.

He walked around the patrol route, confirming that no one was around. Then, with a slight thought, the dark blue, hundred-refined steel armor on his body receded like ripples on water, revealing a dark blue, coarse cloth suit underneath.

He took the straw hat out of his backpack, put it on his head, and pulled the brim down.

He circled around to the side of the princess's palace and sneaked in again.

The window was ajar, with a crack about two fingers wide. He gently pushed it open and climbed inside.

The sole of the boot landed on the brick floor inside the house without making a sound.

The room was pitch black, with only the moonlight streaming in through the window casting a small patch of grayish-white light on the floor.

He stood for a moment, then walked towards the inner room. He lifted the beaded curtain and entered the bedroom.

The gauze curtains hung down, and moonlight filtered through the window cracks, casting a hazy glow on the curtains. A person lay on the bed.

Wu Feng walked to the bedside and gently parted the gauze curtains. Li Qinglu was fast asleep.

The moonlight slanted across her face, her eyelashes casting small shadows under her eyelids, her lips slightly parted, and her breathing shallow.

The blanket slipped down a bit, revealing the fair skin of her shoulders and collarbone.

He reached out and gently covered her mouth. Li Qinglu's eyelashes trembled, and she opened her eyes.

His eyes were somewhat dazed, as if he had just woken up from a deep dream.

Then she saw the person in front of her clearly, and saw that face, half-lit and half-shadowed in the moonlight.

She blinked, her tense expression gradually fading, replaced by something complex and tender.

Wu Feng looked at her, a slight smile playing on his lips. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Little beauty, how about I take you away?"

After saying that, he released his hand from her mouth.

Li Qinglu looked at him, her eyes lighting up.

Something flickered in those gentle eyes, like ripples spreading across a lake under the moonlight.

She blinked, then a smile curved her lips.

The smile was faint, yet it reached the depths of her eyes, brightening them.

"Okay," she said, her voice soft and slightly hoarse from just waking up, "let's elope, Wu Lang."

The moment he finished speaking, a line of small golden characters suddenly appeared at the edge of Wu Feng's vision.

Li Qinglu accepted your invitation to travel together.

Wu Feng was stunned for a moment. This works? He stared at the words for a while, then looked down at Li Qinglu.

She was still looking at him, her eyes bright, and the smile still lingering on her lips.

He snapped out of his thoughts and lowered his voice: "Clean things up, but don't turn on the lights."

"Okay." Li Qinglu smiled and nodded.

She gently lifted the covers, got out of bed, and stepped barefoot onto the floor without making a sound.

She turned and walked to the side, opened the cabinet, took out several neatly folded clothes, and hugged them to her chest.

Then, suddenly remembering something, she went to the dressing table, opened the drawer, and stuffed all the gold and silver jewelry inside into a small bundle.

She moved quickly but very quietly, without making a sound.

After packing, she walked back to Wu Feng, handed him the small bundle, and said in a low voice, "Put it away, let's go."

Wu Feng looked at her and reached out to take the bundle. The bundle wasn't large, but it was heavy, and it contained a lot of gold and silver jewelry.

A slight smile played on his lips, and with a thought, he put the bundle into his backpack.

Then he bent down, put one arm around Li Qinglu's waist, and supported her knees with the other, lifting her up.

Li Qinglu was very light; she felt almost weightless in his arms. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest.

Wu Feng turned around and jumped out of the window. He landed silently, his toes lightly touching the ground, and his figure had already covered several feet.

She used her Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to leap between rooftops and artificial hills, her boots barely making a sound as they landed on the tiles.

A night breeze rushed towards her, making her clothes flutter. Li Qinglu looked up at the rapidly receding eaves and tree shadows above her, and at that face half-lit and half-shadowed in the moonlight.

She smiled, leaned back into his arms, and closed her eyes.

Wu Feng sped along, passing through numerous palace gates and over high walls.

The patrolling soldiers walked past him, completely unaware that someone was passing overhead.

The eunuchs on night duty passed by the corridor carrying lanterns, but they didn't notice anything unusual.

In the time it takes to burn half an incense stick, he had already left the Western Xia palace with Li Qinglu.

The night wind swept across my face, carrying the dry scent unique to the wasteland outside the city.

Night birds flew by in the distance, the sound of their flapping wings quickly fading into the depths of the night.

The moonlight cast long shadows that flew swiftly across the undulating wasteland.

Back at Shunlai Inn, he climbed into his room through the back window.

It lands with minimal impact, making almost no sound.

He put Li Qinglu down. She stood in the room, looking around, her gaze sweeping over the hard bed, the rough wooden table, and the still-lit oil lamp.

Wu Feng looked at her, a slight smile playing on his lips. Then he stepped forward.

long after.

Li Qinglu lay on the bed, her eyes half-closed, moonlight streaming in through the window cracks and illuminating her face.

Her eyebrows and eyes were gentle, her cheeks were flushed with an unnatural red, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, shimmering in the moonlight.

She turned her head to look at Wu Feng. There was something complex, soft, and indescribable in her eyes.

Wu Feng looked at her and reached out to brush away the stray hairs from her forehead.

She closed her eyes, a satisfied smile curving her lips. The smile was subtle, yet it reached deep into her eyes.

After a few breaths, her breathing gradually calmed down, her eyelashes trembled a few times, and she finally fell into a deep sleep.

Wu Feng sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at her for a moment.

The moonlight shone on her face; her eyebrows and eyes were serene, her lips were slightly parted, and a hint of a smile lingered at the corners of her mouth.

He got up, straightened his clothes, turned around, and climbed out the window.

Upon landing, a thought flickered in his mind. The dark blue coarse cloth shirt he was wearing faded away like ripples on water, and his entire body was once again covered by dark cyan refined steel armor.

He retraced his steps back to the palace. He passed through several palace gates, circled the corridors, and returned to his patrol area.

Zhao Yong and his men were walking over from the other end. Seeing him appear, they quickly went to greet him and lowered their voices: "Sir, you're back?"

Wu Feng waved his hand: "It's alright. You guys continue your patrol."

Zhao Yong breathed a sigh of relief and clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Yes."

Wu Feng didn't say anything more and continued walking forward.

After circling around twice, I confirmed that everything was normal.

He returned to that familiar rooftop and sat cross-legged in the shadow of the roof ridge.

The moonlight shone on the tiles, giving them a cool, clear luster.

The outline of the palace in the distance was shrouded in the night, with the occasional flickering glow of palace lanterns. The entire palace was as quiet as a painting.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He continued to activate the Northern Darkness Divine Art.

The Northern Darkness True Qi flowed slowly through the meridians like an invisible river, operating silently.

He guided this vital energy, allowing it to circulate repeatedly within his body.

[Northern Darkness Divine Skill Proficiency +276]

The pale gold lettering moved steadily at the edge of the field of vision.

The moon continued to sink westward. Gusts of night wind blew, and the palace lanterns hanging from the eaves swayed, their glows flickering on the ground.

He immersed himself in the circulation of that true energy, letting the Northern Darkness Divine Art wash over his meridians again and again.

That balanced and peaceful internal energy flowed through my body, bringing an indescribable sense of comfort.