The note that Luo Qingyi handed over also mentioned Feng Jin'chen.
The Moon Kingdom emperor's actions this time were secret and swift. By the time he realized he needed to send word back, it was too late. The sect members were caught off guard and could not resist the prepared soldiers at all.
After this incident, he had tried every possible way to warn Feng Yinwan, but his informants in the palace had been eliminated, and he himself was imprisoned, so the message could never be delivered.
Feng Yinwan had already anticipated this. Her beautiful eyes sank thoughtfully for a moment, and then she exerted force with her fingertips, and the note in her hand turned into dust silently.
Past midnight, with the moon high in the sky, a clatter of chains breaking free echoed from the prison.
Before long, a figure pierced through the darkness, flashing out of the dungeon rapidly.
Dark clouds obscured the moon, and the sky flickered between light and dark. In the shadows veiled by grass and flowers, Feng Yinwan was moving rapidly, employing her Qinggong.
As Luo Qingyi had said in his note, the Moon Kingdom emperor acted cautiously and had imprisoned them in different locations.
Luo Qingyi had told her to prioritize self-preservation, which implied that she need not worry about him. However, Feng Jin'chen's whereabouts were still unknown, and she had to find him as soon as possible.
Following her memory, she reached the palace where the Moon Kingdom emperor resided. Feng Yinwan glanced at the palace gate from afar but dared not approach easily.
When she was brought here earlier, she had faintly sensed the presence of another person inside the hall. That person's aura was extremely subtle, and one would not notice it without careful discernment. Only an expert with profound internal energy could achieve such a feat.
She hesitated, contemplating how to lure that person out, when behind her, a faint aura descended first.
Feng Yinwan's heart tightened, and she reacted with vigilance.
The other person seemed taken by surprise and quickly retreated.
In the dim light, their gazes met. A sliver of moonlight fell from above, and Feng Yinwan's movements faltered. The silver needle she had attacked with immediately stopped.
"Qi Xuan?"
In that brief moment, her heart had tensed, and she never expected the person behind her to be him.
Regaining her senses, she realized something else and spoke, her breath quietly held for half a beat, "What are you doing here?"
Ye Tinglan had entered the palace alone. Shouldn't he be by his side...
Qi Xuan's figure froze. His expression remained calm as he bowed to her. "The Prince sent me."
The vague guess in her mind was confirmed. Feng Yinwan was taken aback by his words, her heart swelling as if filled with a myriad of emotions in an instant.
Her thoughts raced, and she instinctively asked, "Then he..."
Qi Xuan shook his head. He had intended to call her "Princess Consort," but hesitated and ultimately did not.
He only looked up at Feng Yinwan and said solemnly, "The Prince merely wishes for you to be safe."
Having followed Ye Tinglan for many years, he knew his master's taciturn nature. All his worries and considerations, all his meticulous and thorough arrangements, Ye Tinglan had never uttered a single word. Including sending him here, his instruction was still to protect her from the shadows.
If it weren't for the anomaly in the Xuanmen, and him having to infiltrate the palace to search for Feng Yinwan's whereabouts, revealing his presence, Feng Yinwan would likely still be unaware of his existence, just as before.
As a subordinate, he was bound to obey orders and should not speak much.
But now, even though he knew he shouldn't, he couldn't help but want to speak on behalf of the Prince.
Feng Yinwan seemed to sense his inner turmoil. After a moment of stillness, she pursed her lips and spoke.
"How is he?"