Chen Yi frowned slightly, his foot tapped the ground, and with a single leap, he soared into the air.
The fierce wind surged as he rode it, and in an instant, he appeared before Yin Weiyin. The female crown had no chance to evade and was subdued by him, her hands tightly gripped as he pulled her into his embrace with forceful determination.
She stiffened for a moment, then saw Chen Yi's wandering hand. Pointing toward the terrace, she hastily said:
"Someone—there's someone!"
Chen Yi paused, looking around, only to see Dong Guifei leisurely sipping tea by the tea table. Her long hair was not cascading to the ground but was instead coiled neatly upon her lap.
"What are you doing here?"
Chen Yi asked with a soft smile, his voice gentle.
It was thanks to Dong Guifei's aid that the former emperor could be slain. Not to mention her crucial role during the Capital City's Secret Realm, the single stroke of a sword she blocked in Yingdu was of paramount importance.
