"Yes, Master Imperial Master."
This maid is Xiaohong who serves the Imperial Master, right?
I don’t know if she has revealed any flaws. It’s too dangerous. She needs to stay calm and not lose face for the Imperial Master.
The carriage slowly arrived at the gate of the palace.
Because the old emperor came out of the palace to greet her, Wu Jingyi got off the carriage.
"National Master, you are finally back! The country cannot be without a National Master for a single day!"
She agrees with this statement!
A country cannot be without a national teacher, especially a powerful one!
"Um."
As soon as she finished replying, Wu Jingyi felt a surge of anxiety. Was her response too casual? Should she say something more?
After glancing at the people around her, Wu Jingyi calmly withdrew her gaze. It turned out that she was too sensitive. This was the only answer she would give.
The old emperor smiled kindly and stepped forward to hold her hand. As his old, wrinkled hand touched her, Wu Jingyi almost couldn't help but get goosebumps.
She forced herself to suppress the discomfort in her heart, retracted her hand, and instantly changed the subject: "Your Majesty, I am back late. This year, under your rule, the great country has been peaceful and prosperous. It is very good."
The old emperor paid no attention to her struggles, as if he had anticipated this. He stood with his hands behind his back and said, "How can my governance be compared to the Imperial Master's travels around the world? Imperial Master, please have a good chat with me. Besides the great country, what other beautiful places are there in the world?"
She said it out loud, and then sent troops to attack?
Very likely!
Wu Jingyi said calmly: "Let's talk while we walk."
"well!"
…
After the two walked away, Shen Yanjin, who was wearing a dark-colored, wide-sleeved, cloud-like robe, lowered his eyes and asked a maid in a green maid's uniform, "How is it?"
This maid was Xiaohong who lifted the curtain of the carriage.
"My Lord, is she really not the Imperial Master?"
That aura and the subtle nobility, every gesture was familiar.
Even if it was a fake ghost from a year ago, she could recognize it at a glance, but the person in front of her, she really couldn't tell the real from the fake. Everything was too similar, the details of the movements, hobbies and habits, were exactly the same.
If her master hadn't said there was a problem, she might not have thought there was one.
Ana Shen: “You should ask her this question.”
Xiaohong bit her lip and didn't ask any more questions. She wanted to ask, but no matter what the answer was, she was afraid. A year ago, Xiaolu, who served the National Master with her, left this world forever because of her question.
She didn't want to repeat the same mistake.
"Master Imperial Master, no problem."
After saying that, Xiaohong lowered her head and said no more.
She didn't even dare to look up, because she vaguely knew that if she did, she would see her master's terrifying face.
The sound of boots stepping on bluestone slabs rang in my ears.
As the footsteps faded away, Xiaohong suddenly raised her head, and what she saw was the lonely and desolate figure leaving the palace.
"Master..." Xiaohong sighed.
…
Ana Shen opened the door of the room, walked in slowly, looked around, and his eyes finally stopped on a drawer.
He walked over.
Bend down and open the drawer.
Just then, I saw a small bell with cracked cloth lying inside.
"Xiao."
He murmured, took the small bell out of the drawer and put it in his arms.
Then he stood upright, his long, slightly curled eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a black shadow like a small fan on his eyelids.
The sleeves fluttered, and more than a dozen small white paper figures emerged from them.
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