The hour grew late into the night.

Ye Qingli disguised herself and put on a set of dark garb that allowed greater movement and slipped out of the house.

She wore a mask she had specially crafted herself and it looked starkly different from the one she used before.

It was part of her carefully thought-out plans, knowing that in the future, she would need to occasionally dirty her hands by carrying out deeds that could seem dishonorable in the eyes of others.