"The Empress Dowager went to great lengths to transplant this ginkgo tree from Xiangyang."

"Madam Yan went down under this tree."

These all happened before Murong Yue was born, and Ahao didn't know about these past events.

Listening to this now fills me with deep emotion.

Unable to resist asking, "Grand Preceptor, what about General Yan?"

Li Xuanji's tone was unusually melancholic, "After General Yan Qinghe took over the old general's position, the old general Yan passed away."

ah?

Murong Yue barely managed to figure it out: Yan Qinghe's mother and father were both dead.

In comparison, I seem to be lucky, after all, my mother and father are still alive.

Why was she so sure?

She secretly asked Ah Hao if the Emperor Emeritus and the Empress Dowager were dead.

At that moment, Ah Hao's face turned pale and he knelt down on the ground, begging Murong Yue to stop talking.

well.

Considering how pitiful Yan Qinghe is, let's send him some good food later.

Just as I was thinking about it, a thought suddenly struck me.

By the time she realized what was happening, she had already landed on the thickest branch of the ginkgo tree.

"Your Majesty, please be careful..."

A trembling voice came from below.

Why didn't Your Majesty say a word before flying away? It's really unbelievable!

Li Xuanji was also caught off guard by Murong Yue's sudden climb up the tree.

Murong Yue scratched her head, "I'm...sorry..."

She didn't know what was wrong with her; she was just acting on instinct.

Standing on the branch, her hand, as if out of her mind, reached into a hole in the trunk.

He pulled out a small object about the size of a fist from inside.