"Oh no! Miss and Brother Wushang must have been discovered!" Xique stamped her foot anxiously and took a step towards that direction.

Wuhen quickly grabbed her: "Que'er, you can't go! Have you forgotten what the Princess Consort instructed? Take care of yourselves, and absolutely do not search for or rescue each other, or you will only make things worse!"

“But Miss is in danger, I can’t just abandon her,” Xique insisted stubbornly.

"Que'er, don't worry. Wu Shang and the Princess are better than us. They will definitely be able to escape. If we go, we might become a burden to them. Let's follow the Princess's plan and hurry back to the manor." Wu Hen half-hugs Que and half-pulls and half-drags her away from Cining Palace, heading towards the Cold Palace.

Ji Fengyao originally intended to evacuate according to the planned route, but two teams of highly skilled guards, as if they had foreseen her escape route, were waiting ahead of her, forcing her to change her route at the last minute.

The palace buildings are really bizarrely constructed, like a maze.

Wandering aimlessly through the snowy night, she finally stumbled into an area she had never been before and got completely lost.

Damn!

I refuse to believe it. I'm just going to keep walking in one direction and I still can't leave the palace.

Ji Fengyao felt like countless alpacas were galloping through her mind, just like she was at that moment.

Unfortunately, there were always one or two squads of godlike imperial guards waiting for her at crucial moments, preventing her from going in a straight line!

After running around for half an hour, Ji Fengyao was so dizzy from all the running around.

Oh, her temper is so bad!

If these formidable opponents keep pressuring her, she'll unleash her fury and burn this maze-like, dilapidated place to the ground!

Ji Fengyao was teetering on the edge of a rampage when she suddenly saw a familiar white figure passing by in a secluded alley not far away.

As she looked over, the person also turned around as if sensing something, looking in the direction where she was hiding.

Then, Shang Beiyu stopped and stood still, waving gently at her.

Ji Fengyao: "..."

He looked down and examined himself; dressed in black and masked, he was flawless.

How did he recognize her?

"Stop looking, I remember the floral scent on you," Shang Beiyu said calmly. "Come down quickly, they have sealed off the entire palace. I'll take you out from another place."

Even if he hadn't said it, Ji Fengyao had already witnessed the power of those Imperial Guards and knew that she had no other choice at this moment.

Ji Fengyao jumped off the roof and followed Shang Beiyu through a darker, more secluded alley until they arrived at a dilapidated palace covered in cobwebs and filled with the heavy smell of dust.

"Take quiet steps and don't leave any footprints, can you do that?" Shang Beiyu turned around and asked Ji Fengyao behind him in a low voice.

"Okay," Ji Fengyao nodded.

She now possesses the cultivation level of the third-tier Spirit Gathering Perfection. Although she cannot walk on snow without leaving a trace, she can still pass through a mere palace without leaving any footprints.

Shang Beiyu's eyes flickered slightly in the dark night, somewhat surprised: Is this little female bandit's martial arts so good?

I ran into her by chance at the rockery last time, but I didn't realize she had such good martial arts skills.

The two entered the dilapidated palace and moved to the bed in the inner hall.

Shang Beiyu slightly lifted a clump of messy dry grass, groped inside, and lifted a dilapidated wooden plank, revealing a dark cave entrance that could only accommodate one person at a time.

The cave was completely dark, as dark as the road to the underworld leading to hell.