After withdrawing from the imperial court, Li Er walked towards Princess Consort Yang's palace with a vigorous stride.
Last night, a cat demon wreaked havoc in the sleeping quarters of Princess Consort Yang, stealing away a part of her soul, leaving her somewhat disoriented.
The Imperial Guard on night patrol had already detailed the situation to both Li Er and Empress Zhangsun. To be honest, the two top authorities of the Great Tang found it hard to believe this incident.
What kind of demon would dare disturb the majestic imperial grounds?
Yet the testimony was compelling, Princess Consort Yang's soul-loss condition, and the yellow talisman burnt on site revealing a civet cat's silhouette, all left them with no choice but to believe.
"How is Princess Consort Yang? Has her condition improved?" Li Er eagerly asked as soon as he entered Yang's palace.
