"Alright, I'm heading back now. When your master arrives, have someone inform me again.
I'm actually quite busy with the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet, hoping nothing goes wrong," Zhen'er said, her expression slightly anxious.
Shen Ruoxi nodded gently, "Go quickly then! If anything happens, let us know."
Zhen'er replied, "Alright, I'm leaving now." With that, she turned and hurried off.
Watching Zhen'er's figure gradually recede, Jun Moling seemed lost in thought, his gaze deep and distant.
"Husband, this thing must not fall into the wrong hands, nor can anyone know about it." Shen Ruoxi lowered her voice, looking tense and a bit uneasy.
Jun Moling reached out and embraced her, whispering softly, "Don't worry! I know what to do."
Shen Ruoxi nodded slightly, yet still felt unsettled inside, like a restless little rabbit beating inside her chest.
Meanwhile, in the Imperial Study Room with the Emperor, the atmosphere was heavy and solemn.
