Every exit of the royal city was heavily guarded, preventing her from leaving.
She had been hiding in the royal city, barely getting by.
It wasn't until the situation calmed down, and Lu Hualiang and Yan Fei loosened their control, that she took the opportunity to escape.
Xia Yongxuan's gaze grew colder, laced with a hint of disdain.
Her body naturally relaxed, and her exceptionally beautiful, frosty brows and eyes revealed a sense of indifference, as if the death of Yan Weiyang didn't touch her at all.
To her, Yan Weiyang was nothing to fear.
Instead, another person intrigued her more.
"I heard that Old Madam Fang fell ill half a year ago. You were hiding in the royal city for so long; did you ever hear if she died or not?"
He Xin looked up in surprise, "Miss Xia, the old madam's illness has already been cured."
Xia Yongxuan's hand holding the teacup tightened, causing gentle ripples in the tea.
An unexpected look flashed in her eyes, "Cured?"
