The courtyard was eerily quiet, with only a night breeze occasionally brushing against the face, carrying an indescribable chill. This sensation instinctively put Jiang Qingluan on alert.
It seems that things are not as good as Xiang Fengchen had imagined, but it doesn't matter; after all, he is only human, not a deity. He can't predict everything.
This result somewhat reassured Jiang Qingluan. If everything was calculated without omission, there would be no guarantee that she wouldn't become his next pawn.
On tiptoes, she looked toward the direction of the Sleeping Gold Pavilion. The two-story building cast a huge shadow in the night, resembling a colossal beast lurking in the darkness, barely making out the tightly closed door on the stairway, pitch black inside.
She could confirm that no one had entered the Sleeping Gold Pavilion yet, which was good; it proved that the others were also faithfully executing the plan.
