Today, the heavens seemed to quite favour Shen Yanyi; the leader of the currently on-duty imperial guards in the Imperial Palace was Chang Jiaye, whose relationship with her had always been good. Chang Jiaye, seeing Shen Yanyi, who had changed her clothes, hurrying over, covered in the dust of travel, said with a smile, "How is it that such a busy person has found the time to come spend time with me? Don't tell me that you wanted to find her majesty in the Palace and got lost and so dazedly came to me. Go any further and it's the Rear Court; you'd best not rush in like a fool." After she finished speaking, Chang Jiaye sniffed; she felt that there was a strange scent around Shen Yanyi today. But her thoughts didn't go towards the scent of blood; after all, she'd always felt that the impression Shen Yanyi gave one was that of a scholar; there couldn't be the slightest connection drawn to the scent of blood. Shen Yanyi raised her head to look at Chang Jia...