"What is it?" An Shutong glanced at her, then sat up. "Let's talk inside."
Mu Qing helped her mistress up, and the two of them went back into the room.
On the other side of the flowering wall, Zhao Ling'e sat by a half-open window, looking up in their direction. From her vantage point, she could see An Shutong, but An Shutong could not see her.
'How long has she been there?'
Zhao Ling'e's expression darkened slightly, her eyes fixed intently on the building across the way. Only after they had closed their door did she avert her gaze.
Meanwhile, An Shutong was taken aback by what Mu Qing said. "Is what you're saying true?"
"I don't know if it's true or false, but someone from Yixin Palace secretly told me." At this moment, Mu Qing didn't know whether to be happy or not. "Mistress, do you think this is a good thing or a bad thing?"
An Shutong's face was grim. "These courtiers don't bother to properly defend our borders, but they've certainly mastered these crooked schemes."
