"Change!" Yan Wanqing put down the scroll in her hand and got up from the soft couch.
Cong Ge was stunned, "Why?"
"To leave the palace, to save your little beau." If she didn't go, Hao Ren would be eaten without even the bones remaining.
Cong Ge understood the seriousness of the situation, and briskly brought clothing for Yan Wanqing to put on. She attempted to arrange her hair, but Yan Wanqing declined.
She casually took a Yulan Hairpin from the table, twisted her hair into a simple bun, and then stepped out.
"Simple is good." She wouldn't show herself unless it was absolutely necessary.
Qin Residence.
The news of Hao Ren getting into a fight with the civil officials at the grand banquet for the old man's eightieth birthday quickly spread everywhere.
The inner hall's doors were closed.
Outside, everyone was eager to come and watch the spectacle.
