[Deep into the night, Jingren Palace was submerged in silence. Moonlight spilled onto the vermilion glazed tiles of the palace, casting a cold yet gentle luster that outlined the chilling contours of the architecture.]
[Inside the palace walls, lamps were dwindling, leaving only a few eunuchs quietly guarding in the darkness.]
[The doors of Jingren Palace were tightly shut, and inside a room, one or two oil lamps flickered. The virtuous consort had yet to sleep at this late hour...]
[As it turned out, the Crown Prince of Vermilion had been overly cautious. The two Buddhas possessed Great Divine Power as Celestials, and the stringent defenses of the Forbidden City were virtually non-existent to them.]
[Even if the two Buddhas had decided to storm into Qianqing Palace and take the puppet head of Emperor Wu, it would have been as easy as flipping their hands.]
[The three of them reached Jingren Palace without much effort and without alerting anyone.]