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One could hear the pittering and pattering of the rocks being thrown around, hitting the surrounding plants falling left and right as though plenty of people had stomped across that area.

Meng Fuyao yelled, ”Adulterer! Stop there!

”Ah! How dare you run towards the princess' room! Are you looking for death!”

Tie Cheng, being pushed out by Meng Fuyao, had no choice but to turn around halfway and hide amongst the bushes. By this time, the guards near the red door had already been alerted of the commotion as they looked at each other in dismay. The Regent king's order was that they had to patrol the entrance to the palace, and no one was allowed to leave their position without an order. But the person currently in danger was not just anyone, it is the apple of Regent King's eyes. And the person was even an ”adulterer”. If anything happened to her, and the Regent King demanded someone to be responsible, it would be a death penalty for all of them if they did nothing.

The leader of these guards thought about it for a moment and commanded, ”Half of the guards to chase the thief!”

Immediately, the guards in front of the red door were halved, and now the leader had to relocate the guards patrolling when suddenly, there was another commotion from the other side.

”Assassins!”

”Protect His Majesty!”

Meng Fuyao perked up immediately. Who had such great chemistry with her to try to trespass the palace at the same time? She was still racking her brains to think of a method to move the other half of the people away, but by the looks of it, there was no need to worry—the leader had already ordered the doors to be opened to communicate the situation to the guards patrolling in the palace. They were positioned throughout the palace, and by this time, Meng Fuyao had already sealed the acupuncture point of the last guard, dumped him in a bush, and taken over his role.

Her outfit was originally a stolen guard uniform. Following the troop, she had entered into another side door. Bending down, she clutched her stomach and snuck into a bush.

Behind her, a soldier laughed and commented, ”An Zi? You are always like this. Once there's any commotion, you would always have a stomach ache. Hey, come back quickly, now is not the time for a stomach ache!”

Meng Fuyao waved one of her hands without turning her head and ran into the bushes. That soldier teased, ”Careful you meet the assassin, and he'll stab you to death.”

Beside him was the vice-leader of the third platoon. With a tone of annoyance, he ordered, ”What kind situation are we in, still running away! Old Liu, drag him back, we have to search the entire Sixth East Palace. Seriously, this is so odd. I remember seeing a black figure passing.”

”Anyways, we have confirmed that the assassin is not anywhere near the emperor's residence.” Old Liu giggled as he made his way through the bushes. ”As for His Majesty… we might not even be able to find him, would the assassin be able to?”

”Talk less!” The leader yelled.

Old Liu stuck out his tongue and quickly shut up. Amongst the dimmed bushes, he laughed and kicked. ”An Zi, are you done pooping! Come out!”

Realizing that he kicked nothing but the air, he looked around confused.

”Where's he?”

Meng Fuyao had long flipped over the wall and entered the center of the Xuanyuan Palace.

Places like the palace, it could be said that she was very familiar with them. The Taiyuan Palace was small and elegant, the Wuji Palace was exquisite and luxurious, the Tiansha Palace was simple yet generous in its design, the Xuanyuan Palace… Xuanyuan Palace was really odd…

There wasn't much architecture. A dark yellow palace wall with green encaustic tiles. It was well-organized, and the decorations were simple. That being said, the entire palace was extremely spacious, and the ceiling was high up—it was twice the size of a normal palace. In such a palace, even if someone were to break their neck trying to see the ceiling, they might not see it. Living in such a space, wouldn't it make one feel smaller than they were?

Meng Fuyao squatted on the tallest roof, observing her surrounding as she guessed which place Zong Yue was locked up in. Suddenly, she spotted a small dark place where the lights flickered.

The light flickered profusely. In this palace where all lights were dimmed, that was definitely strange.

Meng Fuyao immediately flew over.

The light resembled a ghost with its greenish hue, appearing in a desolated part of the palace. Meng Fuyao silently landed in the courtyard. She realized that this place was not occupied by anyone and seemed as though there was no one, yet, guards and eunuchs were positioned around it. And in the room, there was a bit of light and quiet breathing.

'It seems like this is the place used to lock someone up…'

Meng Fuyao flew over without hesitation, sealing the acupuncture points of the guards around it. She jumped into the courtyard like a withered leaf, gently fluttering down to the ground.

The courtyard was deadly silent. The beginning of the winter brought with it a light blanket of fog, surrounding the building. On its walls, condensation formed, causing the walls to be wet to the touch.

The night was foggy. Meng Fuyao swiftly made her way across the courtyard, and in a jiffy, she was in front of the room.

The light from just now suddenly dimmed.

Meng Fuyao heart begun to thump, and she immediately focused all her consciousness and energy on sensing what was happening around her. Unfortunately, she could not sense anything and that ”danger ranger” was too sleeping soundly in her arms. Everything looked normal.

But at such a place, at such a timing, normal was the synonym of abnormal.

If it was any other careful person, they would contemplate before entering, some would even turn to leave. But for animals like Sir Meng, she never knew the word fear, nor did she understand the concept of giving up halfway. Like now, after hearing the soft breathing in the room, she would definitely not give up if she didn't take a look herself.

She opened the door directly and walked in.

It was a normal palace, empty, surrounded by the four walls.

Meng Fuyao's eyes scanned the place. She touched a painting on one of the walls and as expected, one of the walls begun to move.