An Ning frowned: "Exposed? Wasn't it already exposed once before?"

"After Mu Anjin's secret meeting with the emperor, the emperor is about to issue an order to execute you. Right now, Eunuch Wu is there mediating the situation. You should come out of the palace with me quickly."

Old Master Yan stopped Meng Yun abruptly: "Leave the palace? Do you think you can still get out? Come with me."

After saying that, the three of them turned around and went back to a small hut in the backyard of the Ministry of Works. The dilapidated door was slammed shut.

~~

Suburbs of Beijing.

The anti-banditry team, which could barely be described as a large and imposing force, set off.

Mu Ange, dressed in battle robes with a long spear at his side, exuded the air of a general.

He couldn't help but think that his grandfather must have been the same way back then, always ready to fight before the army.

As the clatter of hooves echoed, Mu Ange gazed at the long road ahead and couldn't help but turn back to look. In that palace, there was still someone she missed. She wondered if she had seen the letter she had written, and whether that silly boy could see her reluctance and longing.

Suddenly, someone caught up from behind the group. Mu Ange's ears twitched, and she turned her head to look. She was shocked to find that it was Hei Feng, and she immediately felt uneasy.

Hei Feng was a guard he had specifically left by An Ning's side; he would not suddenly run out of the palace unless in a critical situation.

Black Wind practically flew over the shoulders of the crowd, arriving at Mu Ange's side in a flash. Before he could even catch his breath, he said, "The Emperor ordered Xiao Ning to be assassinated, but a fire suddenly broke out in the Ministry of Works' backyard... Xiao Ning..."

Before she could finish speaking, Mu Ange's hand, which was holding the reins, suddenly slipped away, and all her strength seemed to be drained away as she uncontrollably fell off the horse.

He was familiar with horseback riding from a young age, and he never fell off a horse, even when it was his first time riding as a child.

Hei Feng reached out to help him up, but found that his whole body was trembling uncontrollably. Then, as if it were his first time riding a horse, he climbed onto the horse again and again, and galloped away towards the imperial city.

Black Wind followed closely behind.

On horseback, the biting wind whipped at his pale face. He wasn't sure if he was crying, but his heart ached so badly that he couldn't breathe.

He couldn't even believe it was true; the thought of her standing in the firelight made him tremble.

Just as he approached the city gate, the reins in Mu An's hand came loose again. He almost fainted instantly, falling directly off his horse and rolling a long distance on the ground.

His whole body felt like it had been smashed to pieces, but he seemed oblivious to the pain. He stood up without a care and scrambled toward the city gate.

He had only run a few steps when he suddenly stopped, looking at a little beggar who was rushing past him. His figure, his back...

Mu Ange thought he was hallucinating after a few words. He turned and chased after the beggar, grabbed his arm, and whispered in a trembling voice, "Anning?"

An Ning was busy escaping for her life when she was suddenly grabbed, which was already very annoying. When she turned around, she saw that it was Mu Ange!

Mu Ange cupped An Ning's filthy face in his hands and lowered his head to kiss her.

An Ning was shocked and pushed him away. She grabbed his arm but was surprised to find that he was shaking uncontrollably and his arm was covered with scratches.

Mu Ange scooped An Ning up in his arms and returned to the group, leaving the rest of the group looking at each other in bewilderment.