Consort Zhao moved hurriedly, avoiding several Imperial Army guards, and arrived at an abandoned palace.
In front of the palace, weeds were overgrown, and the moonlight was desolate. Occasionally, night rats scurried past the rubble. Consort Zhao suppressed her fear, looking around in the bleak night, as if waiting for someone.
If Xin Lin were present at this moment, she would surely recognize that this decaying rubble wall area was exactly where she had found that box earlier.
But why was Consort Zhao waiting here?
A gust of wind blew, and Consort Zhao shivered.
"Have you found out the information?"
Behind Consort Zhao, at an unknown time, stood a person.
It seemed human but also like a shadow, blurry and unclear.
Their voice was low, sounding neither male nor female.
"Reporting to you, I found out that Chu Beiqing is severely ill. He hasn't been out for several days, and it seems he doesn't have much time left."
Consort Zhao spoke boldly.
