Feng Bailing and Dugu Wu left the Imperial Palace, and it was deep into the night.
"Assassins, did you encounter any?"
Dugu Wu had a grim expression all the way, glaring dissatisfiedly at Feng Bailing who had just survived a life-and-death ordeal, yet was completely unaware of her impact.
Feng Bailing coughed softly twice.
"Beside the flower garden, some soil had fallen, and there were footprints on it."
It was pitch-dark at that time, and Dongfang Cheng insisted that it was Feng Bailing who plucked the orchid, but Dugu Wu saw it clearly; there were unfamiliar footprints, and judging by their size, they belonged to a man.
That footprint, he had cleaned it up amidst the chaos.
"There was a figure, told me to keep silent, and then disappeared."
Feng Bailing shrugged her shoulders, her words half-true, half-false.
Feng Bailing was still worried that Dugu Wu would interrogate her, but once they left the palace gates, Dugu Wu went to the Ministry of Revenue.
