Taking advantage of the clear and tranquil moonlight, he quietly left the room like a black phantom.
His figure flashed by in the moonlight, like a shooting star streaking across the vast night sky, instantly disappearing into the darkness.
As if it had never been here, only the faint moonlight still quietly fell on the empty ground, like a layer of silver frost, adding to the tranquility and mystery.
After Xuan Ying left, the room fell into a brief but heavy silence. Another guard, Xuan Yu, slowly turned his gaze to Su Jin Yun.
His eyes revealed an innate loyalty, as steadfast as a rock.
At the same time, it is full of focused eagerness and anticipation for instructions, like a cheetah poised to pounce, ready to obey its master's command and rush to the battlefield.
Su Jinyun keenly noticed Xuan Yu's gaze and turned her head slightly to meet his eyes.
During their brief eye contact, Su Jinyun saw loyalty and determination in Xuan Yu's eyes, which brought her some comfort.
Then, she lowered her head slightly, her delicate brows furrowed, and fell into a brief but deep contemplation.
Her slender fingers tapped the table unconsciously, making a soft, rhythmic sound, as if she were having an intense and tense conversation with her own heart.
Her mind raced like a projector, rapidly considering all possible scenarios, their advantages and disadvantages, and the risks involved, as she tried to find the safest course of action.
After a short while, Su Jinyun slowly raised her head, her eyes revealing unwavering determination and earnest expectations.
Like a twinkling, cold star in the night sky, bright and sharp, as if it could pierce through all darkness and the unknown.
She stared directly at Xuan Yu, her tone steady and powerful, as if each word carried the weight of a thousand pounds.
He said slowly, "Xuan Yu, you are familiar with the palace paths. I wonder if you can sneak in quietly without alerting the Imperial Guards?"
Xuan Yu, a shadow guard who had been tempered by countless bloody battles in the shadow world, had eyes that instantly sharpened like an eagle's upon hearing Su Jinyun's question.
His expression then became extremely solemn, and he became like a statue, lost in a detailed recollection of the palace's layout.
Since the imperial court moved the capital, the palace that symbolizes the supreme imperial power has retained some of the charm of the old palace in its overall structure.
Like a long historical scroll that has lasted for thousands of years, it carries on ancient memories as time flows by.
However, in many details, subtle yet significant changes have occurred with the passage of time and the transformation of the era.
At this moment, his thoughts were like a nimble yet resilient thread, struggling to navigate the intricate, labyrinthine depths of his memories.
He attempted to use his indomitable will and profound memory to accurately sketch the majestic outline of each palace.
It's as if every eave and every glazed tile of the palace is clearly presented before your eyes.
He tried to recall the winding paths of each corridor as if he had walked them himself.
He even tried to remember the opening and closing positions of each palace gate, as if those heavy palace gates were slowly opening or closing before his eyes.
However, as he delved deeper into his memories, his originally resolute face became increasingly furrowed with worry.
Like two opposing mountain peaks, a deep sense of worry and unspeakable uncertainty lies between them.
Over the years, he has consistently followed in the footsteps of the retired emperor, sometimes galloping on horseback across the vast grasslands, sometimes strolling leisurely through the gentle streets and alleys of the Jiangnan water towns.
Or climb among the towering mountains and rivers, immersing yourself in the magnificence and wonder of nature, far away from the mundane routines of the palace day after day, year after year.
However, precisely because of this, he has become quite unfamiliar with many aspects of the palace's current situation, especially the crucial patrol arrangements of the Imperial Guards.
As the core defense line for the safety of the imperial palace, the Imperial Guards' patrol routes and times were not fixed and rigid, but rather as unpredictable as the changing winds and clouds.
It is constantly being adjusted and optimized in response to the ever-changing situation in the court, the subtle needs within the palace, and various unpredictable emergencies.
During his long years of travel, he knew almost nothing about these latest changes, as if he were in a familiar yet utterly strange world.
This profound sense of the unknown undoubtedly made him feel as if his heart was weighed down with lead when facing Su Jinyun's expectant question, filled with trepidation and hesitation.
Su Jinyun kept a close eye on Xuan Yu's changing expression.
Seeing his solemn expression, his tightly closed lips, and his deep contemplation without speaking for a long time.
The hesitation and unease in his eyes were like dark clouds hanging over them, and I instantly saw through his concerns.
Before Xuan Yu could break the somewhat dull and oppressive silence, she spoke again.
His tone carried a calm and composed demeanor, honed by years of experience, and an undeniable determination.
"Then go to the Duke's mansion and transfer some of my secret guards over. As for the other matters, we can discuss them in detail when Prime Minister Pei arrives."
Upon hearing the command, Xuan Yu's eyes suddenly sharpened like an eagle's, and in an instant, his expression hardened, and a resolute determination arose from the bottom of his heart.
He nodded slightly, his movements clean, crisp, and steady, like a steadfast mountain bowing slightly in the night, displaying a well-trained demeanor.
Like a fleeting shooting star in the night sky, trailing a brilliant but brief brilliance.
His lithe and agile figure swiftly and silently disappeared into the thick, inky moonlight.
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