That's strange!

She did not see anyone from the Hall of Mental Cultivation until she left the palace.

Qinghui, having heard the news, waited outside the palace gate in her carriage.

Before she could get close, a bright red fox darted out of the carriage and jumped into her arms without warning, whimpering and complaining like a big dog.

Jiang Qingwan's expression turned cold after hearing a few words.

Who wants to skin you alive?

Qing Sui was startled.

"Your Highness, can you understand what it's saying? Do you understand animal language?"

Jiang Qingwan didn't answer, but asked instead, "Is it Yun Xiaoran?"

Qing Sui nodded.

"Yes, but the fox you raised is quite fierce. It scratched everyone in her yard, and none of them can leave the house."

Jiang Qingwan raised her hand and patted Xiao Hong's big head.

"Stop showing off. This isn't a mountain. Some rules are made by people, not by who's the most powerful. Understand?"

Little Red grunted twice, then suddenly let out a long howl towards the direction of the palace.

Jiang Qingwan turned around and looked in the direction it was gazing.

Her spiritual power is weak now, and she can't sense many things accurately, but Xiao Hong has been influenced by her master for many years and was born in the spiritually rich Qilian Mountains, so she is more sensitive to some formations and talismans than she is.

She gave it a rub.

"You can't eat what's inside, it will corrupt your heart and rot your lungs."

After saying that, he carried her into the carriage.

As the curtain was lowered, she asked again, "Qingsui, how many days will it take to return from this round trip to Qingfeng Village to suppress the bandits?"

Qing Sui turned the car around.

"If all goes well, it will take about seven or eight days."

"Seven or eight days?"

Jiang Qingwan pondered for a moment, then lowered the curtain and sat back in the carriage.

Mo Yunhan's leg is recovering well; it can hold on for three to five days, but seven or eight days is taking a while.

Meanwhile, inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the roars of tigers echoed continuously.

Yet it was blocked by something, and few people could hear it.