Qiucao was anxiously pacing back and forth at the entrance of the temple.
After an unknown amount of time passed, Qiucao finally heard a sound coming from the other end of the corridor. She quickly turned around and saw Xiao Hong rushing towards her. She lowered her voice and said, "Why are you here now?"
Xiaohong gasped and complained: "The palace where His Majesty lives is too far away from the Queen..."
Qiucao didn't say much to her. He pulled her and left, "Hurry up, we'll follow immediately."
The master and servant tried their best to catch up as fast as possible without alerting any guards.[
However, when they arrived at Xuanwu Gate, Mu Zhaozhen was nowhere to be seen.
Qiucao was so frustrated that she wanted to give up. Fortunately, the coachman's keen eyesight found traces of the carriage that had just passed by on the road, so the three of them hurried to catch up.
Because they had to stop from time to time to confirm the traces left by the carriage, Qiucao and the others walked and stopped all the way. It could be said that they had a lot of trouble tracking it. Finally, about half an hour later, they saw the carriage that Mu Zhaozhu was riding in.
However, when they saw clearly where the carriage was parked, they all froze on the spot.
Mu Zhaozhu's carriage stopped at the back gate of Prince Mu's mansion, which had been sealed.
How could it be...
Qiucao stared blankly at the ajar door, unable to recover from the shock. She remembered that after the news came out that Mu Zi was dead, she did not dare to face the empty Prince Mu's palace alone.
, I have never stepped foot here again...
"Why have I never thought about it?" Qiucao murmured. After finishing speaking, she realized that her throat was dry and uncomfortable. If she had come back at that time, even for just one trip, would she have discovered that Mu Zi had actually been imprisoned in Mu
In the palace?
As if she couldn't stand her negligence, Qiucao gently pushed open the ajar door and walked in with trembling hands.
Apart from being a little more deserted, Prince Mu's Mansion remains the same as before, without any changes.
Qiucao walked in step by step through the faint moonlight, walked through the familiar corridor, and saw the lights in the house where she lived before.
Once again, his face turned pale with shock.
Qiucao didn't know what adjectives to use to describe her current mood. At this time, thousands of emotions only merged into a powerful resentment against herself: Why did she never think of returning to Prince Mu's Mansion to visit?