A rumbling sound shattered the quiet of the rainy night, coming to a stop on nearby Kangning Street.
Lou Yuxue looked toward the sound.
Two graceful figures stepped down from the carriage, one after the other.
The one in the lead was strikingly beautiful, wearing a phoenix hairpin. Her brows and eyes were clear and elegant.
The other was dressed as a maid in a pale yellow cloth dress, carrying two long swords.
It was Cui Qingwu and her maid, Huan'er.
The two of them walked to the pavilion together.
Cui Qingwu lifted a hand, and Huan'er opened an Oil Paper Umbrella, silently standing guard outside the pavilion without a word.
Cui Qingwu sized up Lou Yuxue, a smile playing on her lips as she said,
"You really lost badly this time, Lady Tiger."
Lou Yuxue rose to her feet and looked at her, saying flatly, "I'm still standing here. How can you say I've lost?"
