Zhenbao is going crazy.
Zhao Douan dashed afar in a flash, confirming the Taia Sword did not give chase, he concluded.
"Huff… huff…" Within the Imperial Garden, he bent slightly at the waist, resting his hands on his knees, breathing heavily, his mind racing, he turned his head towards Yangxin Hall and muttered softly:
"Why is there a smell of jealousy…"
After pondering for a moment, Zhao Douan sneaked back to Yangxin Hall cautiously, careful not to step into the building's range, only sneakily peeking out his head near the door pillar, waving at the familiar older female official exiting after a shift change.
The older female official hesitated for a moment, then walked over:
"Junior Guardian Zhao, forgive us, but we cannot let you in..."
"I know," Zhao Douan, hiding behind the red lacquered wooden pillar, stretched his neck and, after confirming no movement from the Empress's direction, slipped in a silver note expertly:
"May I ask why Her Majesty is angry?"
