The night deepens, but people are not resting.
In a pitch-black room, a pair of bright eyes, Mou Hua, slowly opened.
The wounds on the body have already started to heal.
In the darkness, Qu Tan'er quickly threw the blood clothes and chains into the bag that Qu Xiaoru gave her, trying her best to erase any traces in the room.
In the latter half of the night, there were faint sounds outside.
Gradually, more and more footsteps could be heard.
"Search! Search thoroughly. The Emperor has ordered, do not miss a single corner."
"Yes!"
"Yes!..."
The movements of the Imperial Guards were not small, and their actions were swift.
Qu Tan'er mocked, curling her lips.
Has the Emperor finally thought of searching Jingyuan Hall? Unfortunately, he had already missed the chance to capture her.
Silently, she slipped outside the house.
Just as she was about to leave—
Suddenly, under the cover of night, a shadow passed by and threw something to Qu Tan'er.
A Storage Bag?!
