A flash of spiritual light crossed Feng Yueya's mind, and she guessed a few things.
Looking up at the loft ahead, her eyes flickered slightly.
"Princess Consort, please go in by yourself, I won't go in." Rong Liu stood outside the loft, not moving forward.
Feng Yueya nodded, then stepped through the door that wasn't completely closed.
Inside the loft, the decor was luxurious and the arrangements were exquisite, yet there was no one around.
On both the left and right sides, there were thick red lacquered wooden doors, the left one half-open and the right tightly closed.
Feng Yueya slightly raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile appearing in her eyes.
Since it was Yun Shangyuan who had asked her to come, there must be no traps or secrets here.
Therefore, she confidently pushed open the half-covered wooden door on the left.
The heavy wooden door let out a deep creaking sound as Feng Yueya entered, finding a very large bedroom.
