Zuan couldn't help but say, "What can't be done at night? You know I have to leave the palace after dusk."

Having gone through the ordeal of being framed along with the Crown Princess, he now suffers from PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder) and is constantly worried that it might cause misunderstandings and trouble.

Although he has the status of an Embroidered Robe Envoy and can stay in the palace, the Empress must not find out.

"You'll find out the specifics when the time comes," the Empress said calmly. "As for leaving the palace, you don't need to worry about it."

As she spoke, she took out a uniform from a drawer: "After dusk, you can leave the palace first, then put on this, take the waist token, and then enter the palace. No one will know it's you."

Looking at the familiar clothes in front of him, Zu'an's expression was very strange, because it was a set of embroidered robes worn by an envoy.

Of course, he was only the lowest-ranking bronze-level embroidered messenger.

Although he was initially puzzled, he quickly came to his senses. As the empress, the resources she could access were far beyond his imagination, so it wasn't surprising that she could obtain a set of embroidered robes for an envoy.

Furthermore, even so, she could only obtain one bronze-level uniform, which shows that the Embroidered Robe Envoy was indeed very good at keeping secrets.

“Alright, I’ll come over again tonight.” Normally, it wouldn’t be difficult for him to come over at night given his status. Now that he had a legitimate excuse, Zu’an naturally wouldn’t refuse. He was also very curious about what the Empress had asked him to help with.

After he left, Eunuch Lü's sinister figure appeared in the room: "Your Majesty, have you made up your mind?"

The Empress remained calm: "Did I have a choice? If I had known about that matter from the beginning, I wouldn't have had to do what I did, needlessly leaving behind hidden dangers..."

Eunuch Lü hesitated for a moment: "It may not be as Your Majesty guesses."

The Queen shook her head: "So what if we guess wrong? There's no loss. On the contrary, if we guess right..."

As she spoke, her eyes became intense.

A strange light also flickered in Eunuch Lü's eyes: "Then I wish Your Highness all your wishes come true."

The Empress glared at her with her phoenix eyes: "You dog servant, why do you seem even more excited than me?"

Eunuch Lü chuckled: "This servant is happy for Your Highness. After all the suffering Your Highness has endured over the years, you have finally seen hope."

The Empress raised her eyebrows, her chest heaving rapidly, clearly indicating that she was not at peace with herself: "How are the other arrangements going?"

Eunuch Lü said respectfully, "Your Majesty, rest assured, everything has been arranged."

The Empress hummed in agreement and waved her hand, signaling him to leave.

Then he came to the bronze mirror, looked at the woman in the mirror, and gently stroked her face with his fingers. The gold nail guards on his little finger and ring finger were inlaid with precious gems, which made her fair face look even more luxurious and beautiful.

After leaving Kunning Palace, Zu'an circled around to make sure no one was following him, then changed into the clothes of Gold Medal Eleven and returned to the embroidery tower.

Soon, a subordinate came running to report the results of the investigation over this period of time.

Xinrui's younger brother, Hua Xiaohai, was a good-for-nothing who frequented gambling dens. He almost always lost more than he won and would always ask his mother for money. But his mother only made a small living mending clothes, so Xinrui ended up paying for most of it.

I recently heard that Aunt Hua is arranging a wife for him, and that she has prepared a considerable dowry. Everyone who knows Hua Xiaohai envies him for having such a good sister, because it's obvious that all the money came from his sister.

The neighbors said that Aunt Hua doted on her son, but often beat and scolded her daughter. Several times, her daughter couldn't stand her brother's gambling nature and said a few words that she was unwilling to give him money. Aunt Hua then cried and said that her daughter was unfilial and that she wanted the Hua family line to end.

The neighbors all sympathized with her daughter. Having met her a few times, they knew she was pretty and gentle, and many even considered finding a matchmaker to propose marriage.

However, when they learned that she was from the palace, and also because they didn't want to get involved with her gambling-addicted brother, the neighbors gave up on the idea.

...

After listening to the information gathered by his subordinates, Zu An sighed inwardly. He never expected that there would be such a thing as a brother-supporting demon in this world.

He then asked, "By the way, has the portrait of the carriage been completed yet?"

The subordinate replied, "The painter has done it, but the people there are just ignorant. They think it's something special because it's a little grand. In the capital, it would just be an ordinary carriage, and they wouldn't be able to find out anything about it."

After examining the image, I found that it indeed contained no information that could reveal its origin.

Thinking about it, it makes sense. Why would they use a carriage that would reveal their origins to pick someone up?

At this moment, another group of silver-plated messengers ran over to report: "Eleventh Lord, these past few days we have searched every well, pond, lake bottom and all sorts of hidden corners in the entire palace. We did find a few skeletons, but those are all old cases, and we have already confirmed the identities of those people. They are not Xinrui."

Zu An was dumbfounded. No wonder there were so many supernatural rumors about the Forbidden City in his previous life. It was said that countless wronged souls were buried inside.

The palace really is a cannibalistic place.

“It doesn’t make sense,” Zuan said, somewhat troubled. “We can’t find any records of her leaving the palace, but we can’t find her in the palace either. Can a living person just disappear into thin air like that?”

At this moment, the silver-plated messenger in charge of searching for people in the palace said, "There is no record of anyone leaving the palace alive. What if they were dead and then taken out?"

Zuan's heart skipped a beat. That's right, this world does have spatial rings.

However, not everyone's spatial artifact is as extraordinary as his glass pearl. Most storage artifacts have limited space and probably cannot hold an adult.

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