The Concealed Truth

On that year’s Goddess Festival, the weather was surprisingly beautiful, with a sky as clear and blue as if it had been washed, and white clouds drifting lazily.

Song Qiye, the secret guard of the Queen, wore a mask as he sat on the rafters of the imperial city’s tower. His gaze never left the Queen standing by the city wall.

As a sharp cry echoed through the air, Song Qiye knew that the newly chosen Goddess had been selected.

He slightly raised his eyes and looked towards the person on the square below, enveloped in a green light.

Unexpectedly, that person also looked in his direction and smiled.

His whole body tensed up. Even though they were far apart, he felt as if she had seen him.

Although he initially didn’t believe it, one day, after she became the Goddess, she pinned him down on the rafters, her captivating face close to his, a mischievous smile on her lips.

“I’ve caught you!”