The night sky over the Imperial Capital was clear with neither stars nor moon.

Myriad lights on the ground flickered so brightly that it was no different from day. It was as though no one had noticed the mysterious changes to the vast sky, or the deep darkness shrouding it.

On the roof of the main hall of Prince Greensun’s manor, a person was seated in a half-lotus position, pouring a jar of wine into his mouth.

This type of drinking was extremely satisfying, sending the scent of alcohol wafting out in all directions—it was strong, crude, and pungent. The wine was a northern local product called Mouthburn. The ingredients were crude, the taste was strong, and it would burn on contact with a flame. Low-ranking soldiers would usually use it to suppress the cold of winter or wash their wounds.

A different figure appeared quietly on the eaves across from him, yet no one in the entire residence was alarmed of his arrival.

Zhao Boqian finished the last drop of wine before tossing the jar to the ground and looking up at the guest.

He had spread his perception throughout the entire city after returning to the residence. However, he still found that Xitang was no longer there. Other people might not have sensed it, but it was impossible for the ruler of the...