The wind is cold at midnight, and even though there is light, the moonlight has no warmth.

Feng Guang tightened her collar. The streets were no longer as bustling as during the day; they were deserted. She quietly followed behind him, the cold air preventing her from thinking about whether a ghost might suddenly appear.

He said he wanted to leave before anyone noticed the shopkeeper and his assistant were missing. Feng Guang knew that because of his identity, it was not advisable to attract attention now. After she yawned several times, they finally stopped at a jewelry store.

The shop was already closed. She looked up at him, not understanding what he was going to do.

He knocked on the door three times, and after a while, an annoyed voice came from inside. The door opened, "Who's knocking on the door for no reason? It's the middle of the night. If you don't buy my stuff, you'll see what happens... Ah!"

A sword struck him in the face, and the middle-aged man staggered back several steps.

Feng Guang saw the man beside her walk in with a smile, saying, "It's your father. Also, I'm not buying anything."

"Master...Master...Master!" The person who was already unsteady on their feet knelt down on the ground.

The man turned around. "Miss Xia, aren't you coming in?"

"..." The cold wind outside was unpleasant, so she chose to go inside.

The middle-aged man glanced at the scenery and asked, "Master... what is this?"

"Please find two rooms."

Qianqian knew this was a matter that could not be questioned, so she hurriedly nodded, "Yes, yes, Master, please follow me."

Feng Guang followed behind the man, tugging at his sleeve. He looked down, and she asked, "What's your name?"

Her soft, sweet voice was like that of a little white rabbit.

His voice was almost a whisper, “Snow Dark.”

"Xue An..."

The two words uttered from her lips were light and melodious. As if thinking of something, he revealed a nearly genuine smile for the first time, "I allow you to call me that."

She seemed to have received some kind of blessing.

Feng Guang lowered her head and remained silent as she quietly entered the room that Qian Qianqian had arranged for her.

After the door closed, Qianqian asked, "Master, this is the young lady from the Prime Minister's residence of the Great Wei Kingdom. Should we prepare blood poppies?"

"Don't meddle." He smiled, a hint of cruelty barely perceptible in his expression. "She can't escape."

The next day was sunny and bright, a beautiful day. Feng Guang slept until late morning without being disturbed. With Xiao Lü and Xiao Zi not around, she had to dress up by herself. Moreover, she was now required to dress as a man, so the dressing process was even simpler. After getting ready, she went out and saw a maid standing at the door with a set of women's clothes in her hand, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"Miss, the young master instructed that you wear this outfit."

"Huh?" Wasn't it supposed to be that she wear men's clothes?

Knowing what she was thinking, the maid said, "Young master said that a woman dressed as a man is more likely to attract attention, and..." She glanced at Feng Guang from head to toe, then lowered her head and said, "Miss is not suitable to dress as a man either."

She was slender with skin as smooth as jade, and her body was perfectly proportioned, making her petite and exquisite. To have such a woman dress as a man would be the most wasteful and unsuccessful thing to do.

Feng Guang naturally understood what the maid meant. Her face flushed, she took the clothes, and whispered a thank you before shrinking into the room.

The maid was stunned.

But a moment later, the door opened again, and a head poked out, saying, "Um, I don't know how to comb my hair..."

The maid smiled and said, "Let me help you, Miss."