Die, Long Zhao Xue!!!

The trees towered high and shielded her from the moonlight. If she had picked the stone paths connecting one manor to another, she would be quickly found out by the guards. 

Yes, Xiao Yue had even learned that two hours after midnight, the current group of guards would be relieved by the next group. She had exactly twenty minutes to slip inside the First Madam's manor, find the room where Long Zhao Xue was resting, and escape without notice.

Xiao Yue waited patiently, her heart beat so fast that it threatened to burst from the inside of her chest.

A servant walked toward the guards while holding a lantern. They had a short exchange to inform the time to change the guards. Xiao Yue waited until the guards went far enough from their post before she made her way inside the First Madam's manor. 

It was a silent night just like any other night, but Xiao Yue could hear the sound of her blood pumping through her heart, her ragged breathing sound, and even the gritting sound of her teeth. She was scared. After running in the wrong direction a couple of times, she finally calmed herself enough to follow the amulet's direction.

Xiao Yue went inside a large room. This was unmistakably the house master's room. It was almost like a little mansion inside a huge mansion. Even after entering, Xiao Yue noticed that there were a few more doors.

Xiao Yue did not know how much time had passed. She grabbed after the blade at her waist with trembling hands and went to stand in front of each door to see which one caused the amulet to emit more heat. The amulet was rather decisive. Xiao Yue stood before a wooden double-door and swallowed.

'This is it.'

Xiao Yue opened the doors as quietly as she could and slipped inside as swiftly as a sparrow. Her eyes searched for the bed frantically. When she found it, she hesitated no more. Xiao Yue raised her hands holding the blade high in the air and thrust it into the person sleeping on the bed. The blade sunk to the hilt into the blanket.

'Die, Long Zhao Xue!!!'

Xiao Yue pulled the knife out and turned around to escape. She made it! She made it! She was running toward the doors. Only a few more minutes were left before the new group of guards occupied their position. She had to hurry...

Before Xiao Yue even reached the doors, someone grabbed her left arm, twisted it behind her back, and slammed her head against the wall by the neck. Xiao Yue remembered feeling light-headed before her whole body slacked and she fell unconscious before her assailant.

Xiao Yue knitted her brows. Half of her face hurt so much. What happened to her? Xiao Yue moved her hand and got to touch something warm. She immediately withdrew her hand and opened her eyes in shock.

Long Zhao Feng lay there in front of her, sleeping soundly, looking very much like a picture of innocence. His face was so close that Xiao Yue could count his eyelashes! Xiao Yue looked down on herself and discovered that apart from the hat and face wrap, she was still clothed in the black suit she wore to kill Long Zhao Xue.

>>Oh heavens.

What happened to me? Why am I sleeping with Long Zhao Feng on the same bed? I... I killed Long Zhao Xue, didn't I???<<

It was dark at night so naturally Xiao Yue could not tell whether it was the same chamber she entered or not. While she was still trying to figure it out, the man on the bed woke up.

"Good morning," he said, flashing her a grin.

Xiao Yue stared at him in horror. She opened her mouth to scream, but Long Zhao Feng swiftly put his hand against her mouth to shut her up.

"Don't make a fuss," he warned.

>>Don't make a fuss???<<

Xiao Yue bit into his hand, prompting him to release her.

"You..."

Xiao Yue looked around her in fright. Now that Long Zhao Feng was awake, she crawled over him unceremoniously and got down from the bed in a rather clumsy manner. Looking around, she discovered the double-door she entered the previous night. Her memory might be slightly blurred, but she still remembered the path she took after she entered the room. Apparently, she never left. She never left!

Xiao Yue wondered if she had imagined the whole thing. Had she not stabbed the sleeping Long Zhao Xue? The blade... where was the blade??? Xiao Yue went back to the bed to rummage on the bed.

"Looking for something?"

Long Zhao Feng sat leaning at the bedpost, twirling Xiao Yue's knife in one hand like a toy. Xiao Yue immediately went to grab it, but Long Zhao Feng pushed her aside instead. Xiao Yue landed with her face on the bed.

Xiao Yue gaped at Long Zhao Feng in a mix of horror and disbelief. The latter calmly stood up, put on his outer robe, and tucked the blade away..

"You... I... yesterday night..."

"Don't tell me you forgot," Long Zhao Feng raised an eyebrow at her.

"Murderer." he spat.