Consort Jing was somewhat muddled. The person who came was unfamiliar to her, so she hurriedly opened the letter and read it. It was her husband's handwriting.
The letter from Prince Jing was very clear, instructing her to leave with the two people and head to Demon God Realm.
"I understand." Consort Jing nodded and immediately followed the two people.
The two took Consort Jing away and changed into pre-prepared clothes — the uniform of the Imperial Palace guards. After all, they had to retreat according to the route, which meant penetrating the tiger's den. Any accident could lead to death, and ultimately a total wipe-out.
Not only could they fail to rescue Consort Jing, but they could also trap themselves in dire straits, possibly falling here.
The guards patrolled the Imperial Palace, with someone patrolling every two hours. One just needed to join the patrol team, and it was as simple as that. Once out of the Imperial Palace, it was considered a success.
