Li Yuyu circled left and right and arrived near the Cold Palace.
It was also the place where she'd been caught climbing the palace wall last time. Li Yuyu took the flying claw wound around her waist, closed one eye to aim at the wall, and flung it up with force.
"What was that sound?"
Song Sheng made a hand gesture and lowered his voice.
Liu Feizhu, who was patrolling with him, put his hand to his waist, ready to draw his sword at any moment.
The two cooperated tacitly, one to the left, one to the right, closing in on the source of the sound.
"Bold thi—"
"Wait!" Song Sheng slammed a hand down on Liu Feizhu, who was about to strike, then tipped his head back to look at Li Yuyu, who had just climbed onto the palace wall, his expression turning complicated.
Li Yuyu was startled; luckily she kept her grip steady on the top of the wall, or she would have fallen.
When she saw who was below the wall, Li Yuyu's brows and eyes curved: "Hi, Vice Commander Song, we meet again."
