C138 Balsamina Fructus

It was already midnight, and not a single person could be seen standing within the imperial garden. The moon was bright and the stars were thin. The shadows of the trees were swaying, casting mottled shadows between the two of them. The faint fragrance of peach blossoms permeated the air, drifting in the night breeze.

He sat down under the tree and looked at the assassin