Bai Zhi'er blinked her long eyelashes.
She quietly glanced at Feng Fuce.
It seems that Brother Fu Ce was quite heavy-handed this time.
Last night, despite Duke Huan and the others causing such chaos, they still couldn't summon reinforcements?
Bai Zhi'er and Feng Fuce followed the eunuch into the side hall.
Duke Huan noticed them from the corner of his eye and furrowed his brows.
"Why have they come to the palace too?"
Soon, the doors of the Imperial Study Room opened.
The confidant ministers filed out.
The tall and imposing figure of Long Xiyuan appeared behind them.
Duke Huan quickly lifted his robe and knelt, raising his hands in supplication.
"Emperor, please save my young daughter's life."
Long Xiyuan waved his hand: "I have urgent matters now, I'll ask you about it later."
With that, he took long strides and walked directly into the side hall.
He had finally managed to get Miss Jing into the palace, agreeing to conspire with him.
