Zhi'er pointed at Song Qingrui, who was leaning aside and unconscious.
"I came here to find a friend and accidentally stumbled upon their plan."
"Besides, I'm not afraid of Prince Li Zheng. If he provokes my friends, no matter how formidable he is, I will deal with it to the end."
The man in black heard her fearless tone and glanced at her bright eyes.
He couldn't help but laugh, his voice was deep and melodious.
"You are quite courageous."
Zhi'er crossed her arms: "Enough about me, but you—why are you always here, what exactly are you investigating?"
Under the mask of the man in black, his black eyes were as unfathomable as an abyss.
His tone was both mocking and laughing: "I am here for these statues."
"Statues?" Zhi'er was somewhat puzzled.
The man in black nodded: "Prince Li Zheng commissioned many statues, and every year, on the late Empress's memorial day, three statues are transported out."
