When entering Liluo Palace again, the sky was already pitch black.
The deep winter night was thick, even the lights seemed to be shrouded in a layer of gauze mist, the halo like fireflies, vague and indistinct.
Zhen Su sat in the main hall, dressed in plain clothes with black hair, as if made of ice and snow, cold with not a hint of human warmth.
She faced the door, without any screen to shield her, just quietly watching Tang Xiaobai approach.
After Tang Xiaobai entered the hall, she paused and watched her from afar.
"The palace there received a secret report from the Capital City, stating that the Crown Prince has already rebelled."
Zhen Su's lips moved slightly, revealing a faint, ambiguous smile: "The Eastern Palace is also well-informed."
Considering the timing, it's likely that the palace there hasn't even devised a strategy yet, but the news has already spread back to the Capital City.
"Who instructed you?" Tang Xiaobai asked.
Mo Ji indeed intercepted the letter.
