Lin Feilu missed this entire episode and was completely oblivious to what happened as Song Jinglan was already bringing her away from that mob, not once looking back to inspect the commotion.

Nevertheless, Lin Feilu was still a little unhappy, “I want to go to the front row-“

Song Jinglan’s voice sounded right above her head, “Let’s go from the other side.”

The crowd finally dissipated when they reached the end, but he didn’t let go of her yet. Instead, he pulled her into his arms and whispered, “Princess, hold onto me tightly.”

Lin Feilu hugged his waist subconsciously.

In the next moment, his body rose into the skies, and they headed towards a tower that stood at a magnificent height not far away.

The tower echoed with the bustle and hustle of the city’s nightlife, but it was usually a place with guards patrolling its spaces. Normally, climbing the stairs would take an incense stick of time(1). With Lin Feilu’s current Qinggong ability, she would never have the guts to try and fly up there. However, as Song Jinglan carried her, she was relatively easily lifted up into the skies.

(T/N: I don’t know the accurate measurement since the type of sticks do vary from one to another, but estimated to be within 20-40 minutes for an incense stick to burn out— trust me, I have them at home)

The crowd became smaller below as they got to the top of the tower’s roof. The entire imperial city had a panoramic view— the night wind was wrapped in a light, but pleasant fragrance and even the stars seemed within reach.

Lin Feilu exclaimed, “Wow—”

After her initial surprise, she held onto him tighter and didn’t dare to let go.

The tower’s roof was shaped like a dome. Hence, both Lin Feilu and Song Jinglan were sitting on a slope. She was worried that she would fall if she let go of him.

Despite learning Qinggong for a long time, this was the first time Lin Feilu discovered that she might have possessed a slight fear of heights.

Song Jinglan laughed before he took her hand and sat down. He said warmly, “Don’t be afraid, Princess.”

The Qi Tian lanterns below have slowly begun to rise one by one.

Looking down from this angle, the lanterns were like scattered flickering stars. Gradually, the Qi Tian lanterns flew higher and higher as they soon began to soar past their sides and even pass by in front of them. The wind blew, causing the flames in the lampshade to make a whirring sound as they flickered. They sat and basked in the sight of the sky of lanterns, the scenery as ethereal as a cluster of stars that ascended from the mortal realm.

Lin Feilu saw a wish written on a lampshade that flew by in front of her. She reached out her hand to touch the bright lantern before the night wind blew it away again.

She was pretty ecstatic, so she turned her head and said to him, “It’s so beautiful!”

He looked at her and smiled, “Yes, it is beautiful.”

The crowd watching the lanterns from the ground also raised their heads and looked up. They could vaguely see two people sitting on the top of the tower, and they asked incredulously, “Do you think there is someone up there?”

Someone else sneered, “How is it possible? Who on earth would be able to fly that high other than Gods?!”

They were far from the tower, and the sky was dark. Only when the Qi Tian lanterns flew beside the duo could the people who raised their heads to get a glimpse of their silhouettes.

Xi Xingjiang, who was sitting by the restaurant’s window as he was admiring the lights, also heard someone say so. Holding a glass of wine and sighing, he thought to himself; perhaps I’m a God now?