C262 A Contest of Ideas(1)

There were no lights in the Imperial Palace tonight. There was only a bright moon shining down on the cold and luxurious palace, following a blue-clothed woman amidst the red walls and black tiles. That ghost-like figure was like the wind.

Shen Caiyi walked on the road soundlessly. It was too quiet, so quiet that she felt like she was walking in a graveyard