Li Xian had told everything he knew. He could no longer assist in how the two women would escape. He observed the wind and the moon; tonight a west wind was blowing, perhaps a good chance to escape. He secretly informed Nangong Liuli to make a swift decision.
Nangong Liuli nodded silently, with firm eyes, looking at Bian Qiaoqiao. She silently counted the time, for in the prison cell there was only dim candlelight. As time passed, it was hard to judge, so she just kept track of the changing moments in her heart.
Around the hour of Hai, the sky was dim. She knew that at this time, Ye Cheng must be dining with the envoy and had no time to attend to her.
She twisted her waist, swayed her body, and bumped into Bian Qiaoqiao. Startled awake from her slumber, Bian Qiaoqiao looked around in confusion.
