Ji Jiuhuang finished speaking, then called over a trusted aide: "Go, see if Qinghe Zhengjun is currently in the palace."
These aides had been stationed in the Cold Palace, watching the increasingly improving Ninth Princess, boosting the morale of the dedicated death soldiers.
The aide went and shortly returned to report: "Your Highness! Qinghe Zhengjun is now in the Imperial Garden enjoying the snow!"
"Enjoying the snow? He really has leisure and elegance."
Ji Jiuhuang pondered for a moment: "Sixth sister, Yun Ge, Young Master Liang, this palace is not as it once was, it is not suitable for you to move around here. Leave the matter of Qinghe to me, I will personally investigate his situation."
"No!" Prince Meng was extremely anxious: "Your actions are too reckless, if you expose your weakness…"
"Sixth sister, do not worry, lest you forget, I am but a 'fool' now."
Prince Meng was stunned, and just then, a fly flew into the Cold Palace.
