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When Li Guanyi donned his court dress to accompany the Ministry of Rites officials to the Imperial Palace, other than their departure, the line of palace guards remained tranquil. With Ling Pingyang in charge of the defense, Murong Longtu nowhere to be found after his leisurely departure, and the silver-haired girl alone flipping through the scrolls, a sudden noise broke the silence.
A soft sound.
The silver-haired girl's ears twitched slightly.
Yet, she continued to calmly read the scrolls, never turning her head.
Then, as if unwilling to concede defeat, the source of the noise made another attempt.
Shaking Light sighed lightly, and even at this moment, her expression remained serene. She placed the scrolls neatly away, then, turning around, walked toward the source of the sound where two steamed buns lay on the ground.
In the corner crouched an old fellow.
His hair was white and disheveled, with a Mystic Turtle at his side.
Siming.
