Qiucao stood at the door, watching Mu Zi walking calmly towards the study, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
When Xiao Hong, who was dressed as Qiucao, saw them coming back, she immediately tore off the human skin mask on her face, peeled off her clothes, ran over and complained, "Queen, why are you back now? Xiao Hong sat up straight.
One day, I couldn't move or speak, and my waist was almost broken..."
Qiucao patted Xiaohong's head, put her index finger on her lips, making a shushing gesture, and then pulled Xiaohong to follow quietly.
"Queen, why are we following Your Majesty?" Xiao Hong looked at Mu Zhaochu who was walking in front and asked in a low voice.
I don't know whether Xiaohong's voice became louder or whether Muzi noticed something. He who hadn't looked back suddenly seemed to notice something. He paused and turned around slowly.[
Qiucao was startled and quickly pushed down Xiao Hong's head. The two of them huddled under the railing and wiped away the nervous sweat from their foreheads, listening intently to the sounds in the corridor.
After a while, the sound of footsteps started again, and the master and servant leaned against the stone wall and breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Be careful! If I'm discovered, all my plans will come to naught!" Qiucao glared at Xiaohong and solemnly stretched out her hand to make a cross.
Xiao Hong still felt confused: "But Queen, why on earth are you following His Majesty?"