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The two walked out of the room one after the other.

The sunlight had already brightened in the courtyard, and the clumps of short bamboo rustled in the morning breeze.

The stone table was covered with things, and Wu Xingyun was already sitting at the table.

She looked up at them, her gaze lingering on Li Qinglu for a moment.

Li Qinglu walked to the stone table and sat down opposite her. She hadn't taken off her straw hat, and the brim was pulled low.

Wu Xingyun glanced at her, then looked at Wu Feng.

Wu Feng sat down on the stone bench, picked up a baked flatbread, and broke it in half.

The crust is crispy and crunchy, making a soft crackling sound when broken, while the inside is soft and fluffy, with steam escaping from the cracks.

He picked up two pieces of pickled vegetables and placed them on the pancake, then picked up two slices of mutton, closed the pancake, and handed it to Wu Xingyun first.

Wu Xingyun took it and ate it in small bites.

Wu Feng broke off another pancake, filled it with pickled vegetables and mutton, and handed it to Li Qinglu.

Li Qinglu took it, lowered her head, and took a small bite.

Wu Xingyun swallowed a bite of biscuit and looked up at Li Qinglu. His calm eyes held a hint of scrutiny.

"Who is she?" Wu Xingyun asked, his voice calm.

Wu Feng glanced at her. "Li Qinglu."

Upon hearing this, Wu Xingyun lowered his head and continued eating his pancake without saying anything more.

The three ate in silence, taking about 15 minutes to finish the meal.

Wu Feng put down his bowl and wiped his hands with a cloth from the table. He called out towards the courtyard gate, "Waiter."

The waiter quickly ran over. "Sir, what can I do for you?"

"Put these away." Wu Feng pointed to the bowls and plates on the table. "Also prepare some water, a roast lamb, and some naan bread. Enough for three people to eat for three days."

"Alright!" The waiter quickly cleared away the dishes and ran back with the tray.

Not long after, he ran back carrying two large bundles.

One bundle contained three large leather sacks of water, while the other bundle contained a whole roasted lamb, golden brown, and a dozen or so naan breads.

The mutton was still steaming, and the grease dripped onto the oiled paper, making a sizzling sound.

Wu Feng took the bundle, his mind racing, and put it into his backpack.

He stood up and looked at Wu Xingyun and Li Qinglu. "Let's go."

The three of them walked out of the courtyard, through the inn's lobby, and onto the street.

The streets are already bustling with activity.

A long queue formed in front of the naan bread stall, the charcoal in the oven glowing red.

The fur traders carried bundles of sheepskins onto their donkey carts, their shouts rough and hoarse.

Several children chased and played, running past them.

The sunlight slanted down from the east, bathing the street in a warm yellow hue.

Several gatekeepers in leather armor leaned lazily against the city gate, some yawning and others talking in hushed tones.

The junior officer in charge sat on a bench to the side, holding a bowl of tea and sipping it slowly.

Wu Fengya walked at the very front.

Wu Xingyun followed behind him, his straw hat pulled low.

Li Qinglu walked at the back, her moon-white long robe gleaming softly in the sunlight.

As they approached the city gate, the junior officer looked up at them.

His gaze swept over Wu Feng, then fell on Li Qinglu, pausing for a moment.

Li Qinglu kept her head down, her face hidden by the brim of her hat, and kept walking.

The junior officer looked away and continued drinking his tea.

The three of them successfully left the city.

Outside the city stretched an endless wasteland.

In the distance, low mounds rise and fall, with clumps of gray-green thorns growing on them.

A few wisps of thin clouds drifted across the sky, tinged a pale orange-red by the rising sun.

Wu Feng walked to a deserted hillside and stopped. He turned to look at Wu Xingyun.

"Let's get to the front," he said. "We'll use our light-footed skills to travel."

Wu Xingyun nodded. "Okay."

Wu Feng walked to Li Qinglu's side, bent down, put one arm around her waist and the other supporting her knees, and lifted her up.

Li Qinglu was very light; she felt almost weightless when held in one's arms.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest.

"Hurry up," Wu Feng said in a low voice.

Li Qinglu nodded, tightening her grip on her arm slightly.

Wu Feng lightly touched the ground with his toes and began to use the Lingbo Weibu technique.

His figure transformed into a pale blue streak, hurtling towards the northeast.

The soles of the boots left very shallow marks as they stepped across the gravel, which were easily dispersed by the wind.

Wu Xingyun watched his retreating figure, then pushed off with his feet and leaped away as well.

She followed behind him, always keeping a distance of about three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

The two sped across the wasteland, one after the other. The wind whistled past their ears, and the camel thorns and reeds on either side rushed past them.

The sunlight shone from the east, casting long shadows that flew swiftly across the undulating ground.

Li Qinglu raised her head, looking at the rapidly receding sky above her, and at Wu Feng's face.

The wind made her squint, and she looked at him with a smile.

Wu Feng glanced down at her. A smile curved her lips, and she buried her face in his chest.

The two sped along, quickly moving away from the vicinity of Xingqing Prefecture.

Time flies by. The sun rises from the east to its zenith, then slowly slants westward from its zenith.

Noon, 3:45.

The Western Xia Imperial Palace, the princess's bedroom.

Sunlight shone on the vermilion doors and windows, making them gleam with a blinding light.

The corridor was quiet, with several palace maids standing motionless outside the door with their hands at their sides.

One of the palace maids raised her head, glanced at the tightly closed doors and windows, and then quickly lowered her eyes again.

She stood there for a long time, finally unable to resist, and whispered to the palace maid beside her, "Has the princess not gotten up yet?"

The palace maid next to him shook her head and didn't say anything.

The young palace maid bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and finally mustered up her courage to step forward and gently knock on the door.

"Princess? Princess, it's time for lunch."

There was no response from inside.

She knocked again, this time louder: "Princess?"

Still no response.

The young palace maid's expression changed, and she reached out to push the door open.

She went inside, walked around the screen, and went to the bedside.

The bed was empty, the blankets were neatly folded, and there was no sign of them being moved.

She stood there, stunned, her mouth agape, but no sound came out.

A moment later, a scream came from the palace.

The Empress's bedroom.

Li Qiushui wore a deep purple palace dress, the fabric of which shimmered faintly in the sunlight, making her face appear even whiter.

She leaned back on the soft couch, closed her eyes, and let the palace maid behind her massage her shoulders.

She heard hurried footsteps outside. She opened her eyes, her brows furrowing slightly.

The door was pushed open, and a palace maid stumbled in, falling to her knees with a thud. Her face was deathly pale, and her lips trembled: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, something terrible has happened! The princess... the princess is missing!"

Li Qiushui suddenly opened her eyes.

The languid look in those phoenix eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a sharp, knife-like light.

She sat up straight, her deep purple palace dress spreading out on the couch with her movement, the fabric gleaming faintly in the sunlight.

"What did you say?"

The palace maid lay prostrate on the ground, her body trembling like a withered leaf in the wind: "This servant...this servant went to invite the princess to lunch, but no one answered the door when I knocked. When I pushed the door open, there was no one on the bed, and the quilt was still up. It was as if...as if she had been kidnapped."

Li Qiushui's face remained as still as water.

She stood up, her steps quick, her clothes billowing behind her, creating a gust of wind.

The palace maids hurriedly moved to the sides, heads bowed, not daring to breathe.

When I stepped out of the palace, the sunlight was bright, making the paving stones in the courtyard gleam with a blinding light.

Li Qiushui narrowed her eyes. Her face, which made it impossible to tell her age, was expressionless, but the coldness that emanated from her very bones made the palace servants kneeling in the corridor not dare to lift their heads.

"Summon the on-duty garrison commander." Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to everyone's ears. "And the men at the city gate, don't let a single one slip through."