That night, when all was silent and everyone was deep asleep, a lone rider arrived like a whirlwind and came to a sudden stop at the head of Mountain-Foot Village.
The man on horseback furrowed his brows slightly, surveying the surroundings before spurring his horse towards the small courtyard where Gu Changsheng resided.
"Who dares to intrude in the dead of night?" the leader of the Guesthouse Guards bellowed deeply, pointing his hand in accusation!
"The Prince!" With just two indifferent words, the newcomer dismounted, tossing the reins over the dumbfounded guard leader.
"Prince... Prince..." The guard leader fumbled to grasp the reins, staring at the emblematic mask of the County Prince, trembling in fear.
"Which room is she in?" Zhou Mu shook off the dust from his body and asked with a furrowed brow and low voice.
"The main house... east chamber..." As soon as the guard leader finished speaking, he saw the figure before him spring up and vault over the wall.