Chapter 137 They Were So Brave Slip in the Western Depot.

The moonlight was cold, and the inside and outside of the Western Depot were exceptionally quiet, as if the entire mansion and every inch of corners were sinking into a pool of stagnant water, without waves. In a wing-room of the courtyard, two young guards of the Western Depot were sitting around a little eunuch, drinking and chatting at the table.