Chapter 41 Who Was Messing Around?

Late night, somewhere in the Palace.

The moon above the turret showed half of its shape, and a white figure was sitting on the eaves of the room topped with glazed tiles that looked like silver frost.

After a while, a man's light voice came from the shadow below the turret,

"You come to the Palace late at night and do not wear nightclothes, but instead dress up in that white outfit. Are you not afraid to be arrested as an assassin?"

However, the man in the shadow gazed at him with appreciation and surprise.

At this moment, as the bright moonlight draped over his white clothes on the turret, like a gauzy haze, added a heavy fairy mystery and natural quality to him. A silver mask with a tedious pattern covered half of his face, only to see that his thin lips were rising slightly.

"Humph! Ridiculous…"

The white man on the corner tower laughed loudly, with a tone that was full of coldness an