The bustle of Yanjing was left far behind. Dustin did not leave immediately. Instead, on a night with a bright, clear moon, he quietly arrived at Margaret’s private residence outside the palace. On the stone table were a few dishes and a pot of clear wine. Margaret, dressed in plain casual robes, was drinking alone under the moon. When she saw Dustin, she wasn’t surprised. She simply smiled and pointed at the stone bench opposite her, as if she had already anticipated his visit. “Leaving already?” she asked casually, pouring him a cup of wine. Dustin sat down, took the cup, feeling the warmth of the porcelain between his fingers, and nodded. “Mm. What needed doing here is done.” Margaret raised her cup, her expression earnest. “This time… I truly owe you. Without you, I might not have even reached Penglai Island, let alone obtained a life-saving pill for my father.” Dustin lightly touched her cup with his. The crisp sound cut off her words. “There’s no need for this between us. Yo...