Upon hearing Zhao Fujin's words.
For some reason, Chen Mo felt inexplicably anxious, and immediately said, "…Senior sister...what nonsense are you talking about? How could I hide something from you."
"A kind of baseless intuition..." Zhao Fulin pursed his lips, and then said, "Junior brother, do you really have nothing to hide from me?"
"A little bit..." Chen Mo felt like he should prepare mentally in advance.
"What is it?" Zhao Fujin hurriedly asked.
"Secret."
"..."
Zhao Fujin gave Chen Mo a deep look.
She did not ask further and began teaching cultivation matters.
...
On the other side.
Taihe Palace.
The night was deepening.
Yet Emperor Zhao Ji didn't feel the slightest bit sleepy.
A week ago, Ziwei shifted.
Southwest rebellion.
The ominous signs at the grand sacrificial ceremony, chaos from military disasters.
A large area of green bamboo at Shenxiao Temple withered.
This time, Nanyang's rebellion.
