"I hope the women of Ten Thousand Flowers City understand moderation, and grasp the idea that a slow stream flows long. Otherwise, I'll only be able to take back a list of the dead," Qin Yuesheng mused to himself, then proceeded to knock Xuerong unconscious again.
"Sir, what's this?" Chen Chun asked, puzzled.
Tossing Xuerong into his arms, Qin Yuesheng solemnly instructed, "Take her to hide in that corner over there, watch her closely, don't let her escape. I'll go inside to find someone and will come out to look for you later."
"Oh, then Sir, be careful, don't let anything happen," Chen Chun said with concern, holding Xuerong.
Qin Yuesheng waved him off, gesturing for him to hurry and hide, then with a kick of his feet, he flipped over the wall and entered the interior of the palace.
Women attending morning classes naturally wouldn't bring men. If those porcelain craftsmen were truly held here, they would still be inside the palace at this moment.
