Summer of Clarity had never fallen off the cliff. When he returned to the country, the Eastern Palace ambushed him, but he survived and used the cliff-falling as a cover to hide in West Liang. Understanding that returning to Qi Country might cost him his life, he chose to stay under Yan Huo’s protection to make further plans.
An Jin wanted to protect his family, Summer of Clarity aimed for power, and Yan Huo sought profit. The three reached an agreement to plan against Qi Emperor and the Eastern Palace. To avoid suspicion, An Jin disguised himself as Mo Qu, while the real Mo Qu waited for an opportunity with Yan Feng.
Although An Jin didn’t elaborate on their plan, it was clear that the royal family of Qi Country was about to undergo significant changes, and who would ultimately sit on the throne was uncertain.
Their plan was not yet complete, so An Jin couldn’t return to Nan Rui with me yet. I was disappointed, but An Jin reassured me that things would be resolved soon and that he would bring the Wu Jin symbol to Nan Rui to face everything together. This Wu Jin symbol was likely a bargaining chip for Summer of Clarity and Yan Huo to control An Jin in their plan.
After finally reuniting, we now faced another separation. I didn’t want to consider these troubling conspiracies.
I turned my face, frowning and poking his chest. “How did you make yourself so muscular?”
He chuckled. “Old Li said the best disguise is to completely transform oneself into another person. To disguise as Mo Qu, I carefully observed him for a month, even memorizing the sound of his snoring. Height and body type were relatively simple—just using some disguise materials.”
“Indeed, it’s similar. No wonder I couldn’t tell the difference,” I nodded seriously. “It feels quite special, like I’m being intimate with Mo Qu.”
His face darkened.
The driver knocked on the carriage door. “Princess, Lord Mo, we cannot pass through due to a royal carriage in front of the inn.”
“Then we’ll take a detour.” I didn’t know which princess had arrived, but she had blocked the street.
Before the driver could respond, I heard my sister’s voice as she opened the carriage door. “Second Sister! Where have you been—”
