Prince Residence's back mountain does indeed have many flowers, but they bloom during the day.
Chu Qianli knows of a place where flowers definitely bloom at night.
She passed by it today while following Feng Yexuan out of the city, but at that time there was no chance to take a closer look.
"National Advisor, how is your Qinggong?" She walked ahead.
The man in white behind her moved silently, to put it bluntly, like a ghost in the dead of night.
"It depends on you." His voice, just like initially, was elusive.
Chu Qianli took a deep breath, ignoring him, and started running through the night.
This time, she exerted the most impressive Qinggong she had mastered in her life.
In just the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, she had moved far away from the bustling streets of the Prince Residence and the buildings.
After another stick of incense burned, she stopped at the foot of the mountain.
