Xiao'er will help you keep an eye on it."
The corners of Jing's lips curled up slightly in bitterness under her mask, and she said, "No need. She should... have passed away a long time ago."
I took a look at the magnificent hall above my head and saw some noisy sounds coming from inside.
"It's time to leave the court. I'm leaving now. Please be careful in the Prince's Mansion."
After saying this, he glanced at Jinse, Qiaose, and two other maids he didn't know who had retreated to the back to wait. He took out a red jade pendant he had always worn and quietly handed it to Murong Xiao:
"If you need my help with anything and don't want the Grand Marshal to know, you can take this jade pendant to the owner of Wanrong Rice Shop, the largest rice shop in the city."
After saying that, he explained: "Here... the Grand Marshal doesn't know."
Reaching out to take the jade pendant from Mr. Jing, Murong Xiao said gratefully, "Thank you, Master. Please rest assured, Xiao'er understands."
Mr. Jing nodded and left the palace. Seeing Mr. Jing leave, Jinse and Qiaose made way for Kou Zi and Xiao Miao. This wasn't the Crown Prince's residence, so there was no need for them to give in to these two maids.
As soon as the morning court session ended, Qian Yeming immediately left the hall and walked quickly towards the palace gate outside the hall.
I originally thought that Qian Yeming would mention the assassination attempt at the wedding last night at the morning court, but I didn't expect that he didn't even mention it, which made Qian Ye Ze even more confused.
After pondering for a long time, he had intended to try to get close to him after the morning court session, but unexpectedly, Qian Yeming ran away as soon as the morning court session ended. However, if he didn't figure this out within a day, he wouldn't be able to sleep that day. So, without even stopping, he immediately followed Qian Yeming out.
When he reached the entrance of the hall, Qian Yeming had already started walking down the stairs quickly. Qian Yeze was slightly stunned and hurried to catch up again.
It was not until he had almost gone down all 999 steps that Qian Ye Ze belatedly realized something. Privately, they all called Qian Ye Ming a consumptive ghost, but this consumptive ghost had an extremely long life like a thousand-year-old turtle.
In recent years, dozens of groups of assassins, large and small, sent out by those brothers and their mother, undoubtedly died under the knife of the sickly guards.
Everyone thought that it was the sickly man's guards and the queen who were powerful, but now look at the speed at which he went down the stairs. Although he took one step at a time, his feet were moving at a very fast and constant speed, which made him want to use lightness skills to keep up with him.
Such a fast speed, if he was not really sick, if all the imperial doctors were helpless to treat his illness, if he had not seen him soaking in a boiling pool in the East Palace, vomiting blood and finally falling into a coma, he would have suspected that this consumptive ghost had profound martial arts skills but was hiding them.
Qian Yeming was indeed careless about this matter. Because he had spent too much time in the morning court today, he thought that Murong Xiao must have been waiting for him at the door, and his heart had already flown away.
As soon as the morning court session ended, he wanted to fly down the stairs.
She was unfamiliar with the palace. Although she was accompanied by a maid from the Prince's Mansion, he was still worried in this palace full of troubles.
From a distance, he saw a woman in a magenta dress standing not far from the steps of Dezheng Hall. Although she was standing in a relatively remote place, he still saw her at a glance.
"Xiao'er!"
In fact, she had seen it as early as when Qian Yeming came out of the hall.
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