In the room filled with a faint smell of medicine, Madam Yao sat by her son's bed, falling asleep against the bedpost through sheer exhaustion.
Gu Yan stealthily opened his eyes, slyly surveying Madam Yao for a moment before waving his slender hand before her eyes.
Once he had ascertained that Madam Yao was indeed asleep, a mischievous smile spread across his face as he slowly pulled the quilt aside and tiptoed off the bed.
He had grown up commanding respect and deference, and this was the first time he had to be so careful; it felt oddly exciting.
Gu Yan sneaked out of the room like a thief in the night.
Madam Yao moved slightly, nearly scaring Gu Yan into another bout of illness - luckily she did not wake up, but merely changed her position and continued sleeping.
The maid who was guarding the room was being distracted by a guard, as long as he managed to get out of the courtyard, he could join them.