Long Qian was afraid that his aura would be discovered, so he didn't dare to move.
It wasn't until the danger was completely eliminated that she breathed a sigh of relief.
It was a bit cool late at night in autumn, but she seemed to be sweating for some reason.
Long Qian blinked, and when he raised his head, he was met with a somewhat intimidating look.
"Brother Long, you can let me go." She gave Chu Dongling a gentle push.
No wonder it's not cold, he hugged me so tightly.
Chu Dongling let go of her and turned his head to look into the distance, as if nothing had happened.
Long Qian glanced at him again, jumped lightly, and got down from the tree: "It's almost time, we should get down to business."
Chu Dongling landed firmly beside her, no longer hugged her waist, but held her hand instead.
The two of them performed Qinggong at the same time and walked under the moonlight again.
Soon, two black figures appeared in the back right corner of Han Zhixiang's yard.
There were people in the low house in the backyard, but most of them were breathing evenly, and it was time to go to bed.
Han Zhixiang's life in Lingyuan has always been safe. Except for Chu Dongling, no one has ever taken action against her.
In the past few days, not only the maids but also the guards have left their jobs early and returned to the backyard.
Long Qian looked around and stepped forward.
The people next to me were silent, but they could always catch up in time.
After bypassing several paths, they arrived at the front yard.
"What did you say? The things were taken away?" Han Zhixiang grabbed the teapot and threw it at the maid who was kneeling on the ground.
"Ah..." A scream was extremely loud in the silent night.
Long Qian held the hand of the man next to her, stepped lightly, and climbed up the beam outside the corridor with him.
The situation in the room was different from before. The man's breath was gone, and there was a little maid.
Looking through the window, the two people on the beam could still clearly see what was going on inside.
Han Zhixiang was sitting high up, while the thin maid fell to the ground. Not only was half of her face burned red by the tea, but her head was also smashed and bleeding.
"Miss, slave, slave indeed saw Lord Nie taking away...Long Qian's things."
"The prince doesn't want her anymore. Miss... there's no need to be afraid at all, right?"
"Fart!" Han Zhixiang half-squinted her eyes, "No matter how much it costs, you must get my little sachet back."
"Brother Ling cannot know about this matter, absolutely not, do you understand?"
Han Zhixiang didn't know what she was thinking of, her back stiffened, and the anger in her eyes turned into fear.
"Anyway, we can't let Brother Ling know. If he finds out, he, he will kill me."
"No." The maid shook her head and stood up carefully.
"The prince doesn't want Long Qian because of the young lady. If Long Qian dies, he will die. The prince will definitely not anger the princess because of her."
"If the person who dies is Long Qian, of course I'm not afraid, but if..." Han Zhixiang pushed the approaching person away with all her strength.
"If you can't do this little thing well, what qualifications do you have to live? Go find it!"
Before leaving the palace that night, the Queen Mother told her a secret.
It turns out that the Queen and Long Qian have known each other for a long time, they just pretended not to know each other.
Long Qian accidentally saved the queen, and the queen loved her without mercy.
Han Zhixiang did not allow Long Qian to have a backer, knowing that most of her research on medicinal materials was for the queen, so she decided to give them a hint.
Unexpectedly, she lost the sachet she carried with her when giving the medicine.
"Go quickly!" Han Zhixiang kicked the maid down, "If you can't find her, I want your whole family to be buried with you!"
