A figure slipped away from behind the long corridor.
Ye Qianning turned her head, her grip tightening on the golden sore medicine in her hand. Her face was expressionless.
After a long moment, as if she had won an internal struggle, she tossed the golden sore medicine into her spatial storage. 'Let him learn his lesson the hard way.'
「Dawn broke.」
The Capital City was shrouded in a deathly stillness, its streets completely empty.
After the all-night search the previous day, almost no one dared to venture outside. Every household had barred its doors, terrified of attracting trouble.
Early that morning, the envoys from the three nations went to the Imperial Palace to inquire about the reason for the city gates being closed. The Beili Emperor's explanation was that a thief had broken into the palace and completely emptied Consort Yuan's bedchambers.
He claimed there were very important items inside and that someone had seen the thief, who was a woman.
