Du Yunluo was surprised.
That was the Holy Emperor's royal tent, with strict protocols for entry and exit. For someone to rush in like this without notification, could something have happened?
The fire pit outside the royal tent burned fiercely. Even some distance away, Du Yunluo could hear the crackling of the firewood.
Crack—
It was as if a string in her heart had snapped.
She turned to look at Princess Nanyan, whose expression was somewhat grave, and her hands hanging by her side clenched involuntarily.
Du Yunluo opened her mouth to ask a question but suddenly realized it herself.
The sky was completely dark. By this time on any other day, the hunters would have returned, but now, aside from the Holy Emperor who had come back early, there was no sign of anyone else.
No horns, no hoofbeats, never mind the accompanying military officers and young nobles—even Li Ke, Li Luan, and Li Yu hadn't returned.
