Did you fat idiots not hear me?

The cry pierced the stillness of the night once more, sharp and desperate, pulling Hua Jing forward like a moth to a flame.

She moved swiftly, her steps measured and silent, her body blending seamlessly into the darkness.

The moon hung high above, casting a pale silver glow over the labyrinth of narrow alleys and low-roofed houses that sprawled outside the palace walls.

Her robes blew with the wind and she felt like the main character of some costume drama that was about to air!

Thinking that, she made it even more dramatic!

The air was thick with the scent of damp stone and the faint murmur of distant voices, but Hua Jing's focus was singular—she had to reach the source of that cry.

Because of the alcohol in her system, she had one thing I mind,

All flowers must be protected!

Who would dare hurt a flower?

If she found that person, she was going to make him regret being born!