Zu An waved his palm. The phoenix’s flames covered Ma An, quickly burning him to ashes. Had been planning to leave after dealing with Ma An, but he gave the quietly seated Daji a look and asked with a chuckle, “So, do you want to take a nap together?”

Daji silently looked away, wordlessly rejecting him.

“Why did you tempt me then, if you had none of those intentions?” Zu An grumbled. He stored her away and changed into his Golden Token Eleven uniform before walking toward the imperial palace under the cover of night.

There was a curfew at night, and there were guards patrolling everywhere. There were even Embroidered Envoys walking around from time to time. The uniform saved him a ton of trouble. Not only did the Embroidered Envoys who ran into him not question him, they only nodded toward him in greeting from afar.

Only when he reached the palace gates was his identity inspected. Zu An handed the guard his waist token. He sighed. The golden token envoy’s identity really was too useful. After all, no matter how much a normal subject was favored, they weren’t...