Fu Zichuan was caught off guard and was so dazed by the blow that he stumbled back a few steps, nearly falling off the stone steps. Looking up, he saw Li Yuan standing at the doorway, her shoulders wrapped in a loose crane cloak, her pale and sickly face covered in an unspeakable cold anger.
"Your Grace." Ignoring the burning pain on his cheek, Fu Zichuan straightened up and cupped his fists toward Li Yuan.
"Fool!" That slap had exhausted most of her strength. Li Yuan panted, her breath unsteady, as she coldly questioned, "Where did you stay last night?"
"I..." Fu Zichuan was at a loss for words. He couldn't possibly tell the Imperial Concubine that he was captured on his way by a seemingly fragile woman and taken to the Changning Marquis Mansion, where he was drugged and incapacitated for the entire night.
"The map of the secret agents I gave you, who else has seen it besides you?" Li Yuan asked again.
