Jiang Muchen's heart pounded like a frantic drum against his ribs as he made his escape from Fuxi Palace.
In his entire life, he had never stolen anything, let alone kidnapping two babies.
To make it even worse, one was the future heir of Fuxi Palace while the other was the future heir of Longjing Palace.
Oblivious to the turmoil gripping Jiang Muchen's heart, the babies, in their blissful ignorance, reveled in the novelty of their aerial journey.
A wisp of the cold wind caressed the delicate skin of the infants' faces, gently rousing them from their slumber.
The soft breeze, carrying with it the whispers of the awakening world, swept away the remnants of sleep, leaving behind a trail of alertness and curiosity.
Their tiny arms stretched towards the boundless expanse of the sky, their tiny fingers reaching out to grasp the elusive beauty of the azure canvas above.
