Who would have thought—it was such a simple acupuncture point.
She suddenly regretted not bringing Ziyu into the palace.
After all, Wuyou was a man. He needed the Empress's summons to enter the inner palace, and everything depended on confirming Lu Yuan's identity first.
At this moment, Wuyou was still sitting in her father's National Master Hall; there was no one available to send him a message and bring her father to her rescue.
Wait.
Perhaps the Imperial Concubine and the Empress could find a way to contact her father.
Her gaze swept over the Empress and Consort Hu.
The Empress lowered her gaze and sipped her tea.
Consort Hu seemed willing to help, but alas, this was Consort Jiang's residence.
Consort Jiang had blocked the doors, ensuring no one could leave to summon reinforcements.
Lu Yuan said discontentedly, "Miss Gongsun, my grandfather already has forty-eight needles in him. How much longer do you intend to keep him like this?"
