Yeyue folded the battle report in her hand, carefully stuffed it back into the envelope, and replied calmly.
"Whether it is the blessing of the gods or other reasons, Yeyue doesn't know, or the emperor should wait for the master to come back before asking her!
I'm going to supervise the food and grass matters. It's cold in the north and the army must not be short of food and grass!"
After saluting Murong Wuming, Ye Yue turned around and walked towards the gate of Phoenix Palace.
Watching Ye Yue walk away, Murong Wuming couldn't help but shook his head gently.
Raising the long sword again, looking at his own face reflected on the blade, Murong Wuming couldn't help but think of that person again.
The person who once taught him swordsmanship step by step - Shadow King Canghai Yinsha
After Murong Wushuang came back, he didn't mention anything about the Shadow King. He wanted to ask several times, but he didn't dare to speak.
Feeling irritated in his heart, Murong Wuming raised his hand and put the long knife into the scabbard.
Suddenly a face full of scars but very similar to Shadow King Canghai Yinsha flashed through his mind.
He grabbed the cotton towel on the shelf and wiped the sweat from his forehead, then walked towards the palace gate.
The little eunuch waiting in the distance quickly followed him, but was stopped by him with a wave of his hand.
"I want to go alone, no one should come with me!"
The little eunuch saw something wrong with his expression and dared to ask more questions, so he stopped in his hurry.
Walking out of the Phoenix Palace gate, Murong Wuming quickly moved towards the Purple Feather Palace.
The eunuch guards outside the palace were busy saluting when they saw him. Murong Wuming motioned for everyone to get up and casually asked an eunuch.
"Is Mr. Yinshuang here?!"
"Back to the Emperor, Mr. Yinshuang went out early in the morning and has not come back yet!"
Murong Wuming nodded, turned around and took two steps back. Suddenly he stopped unexpectedly, turned back and walked into the door of Ziyu Palace again.
He vaguely smelled the smell of medicine. He walked over curiously and opened the curtain, only to see a dark red coffin placed in the room.
Looking at the huge coffin, Murong Wuming could not help but be stunned. He also knew something about Yan Rumeng, so after a while, he returned to normal.
As he turned to leave, there was a sudden strange noise inside the coffin.