"Hyah! Hyah!"
In the densely wooded mountains, Li Qingmu rode his horse swiftly.
The weather was gradually warming; it wasn't as cold as before, so he quickened his pace, yet even so, he felt it was too slow.
Ahead appeared a black horse, with a man in black clothes on its back, and Li Qingmu immediately recognized him as a person from the Yulong Pavilion.
He quickly slowed his pace and made contact with the man.
"Mr. Li, quickly come back with me, the Emperor is gravely ill!"
Just one sentence, and Li Qingmu's heart clenched violently, making it hard to breathe!
His pupils suddenly contracted: "Why is the Emperor gravely ill?"
Could it be someone's treachery?
As soon as he thought of this, Li Qingmu wanted to rush into the Imperial Palace and kill someone!
But the man only shook his head, "Mr. Li, don't ask, hurry back!"
Li Qingmu knew that now was not the time to ask such things, so he immediately followed him back.
