Pei Ye held the sword horizontally to catch the head, sealing the two severed points with flame, trapping all the blood inside.
He glanced back, the small candle in the hall had almost been extinguished by the wind just now, and now it swayed gently, growing stronger by the moment.
The spring rain was cool, and the wind seeped in through the window crevices. The bedchamber wasn't entirely quiet, but it was peaceful and warm. The gauzy curtains swayed gently, capturing the shape of the wind. Soft, even breathing of a woman was by his ear, while in his view, the incense smoke wavered and dispersed. Treading softly on a thick carpet made no sound. Indeed, this was the deep palace, not a place just any assassin could tread with ease.
Pei Ye turned his head, through the curtains vaguely seeing the woman's serene face. She was surely afraid of the cold; her blanket seemed oversized, covering the entire bed broadly. Yet the material seemed very soft, not stifling.
