The Southwest is hotter than the Great Zhou, and the nights at the end of April already carry traces of summer heat.
Meng Qianqian went to the Cold Palace openly.
Now bearing the face of Lu Fengyin, under the guise of investigating a case, no one dared to stop her.
Leading the way for her was the Chief Steward of the Cold Palace, Pang Zhong.
Pang Zhong respectfully holding a lantern said, "That day, this old servant was in the front teaching a few servants who made mistakes, when I suddenly heard sounds of fighting from the back garden. By the time the servants hurried over, they only saw Your Majesty and the Miao King fall down the dry well one after the other. Not long after... Miss Zhaozhao also inadvertently..."
Thinking of Zhaozhao, Meng Qianqian felt a pain in her chest.
The little one had been away from her for so long, she wondered if it would come looking for her.
Was it hungry?
Was it afraid?
While they talked, the two had already arrived at the crime scene.
