Xu Zhenguan slowly landed, the luxurious white robe softly hanging down, her gaze instantly fell on Zhao Douan's face at the forefront, and the last bit of worry in her heart finally dissipated slowly.
Just as Zhao Douan had guessed, she had already ordered the Inner Palace Experts to set up defenses near the Zhao Mansion.
Waiting for Zhao Douan's trace was one purpose, preventing Zhao Douan's political enemies in the Capital from secretly avenging the Zhao Family during his "death" was another.
Not long ago, the Imperial Guards rushed to report, describing the situation.
Although the Empress was ninety-nine percent sure in her heart, since Zhao Douan had not lifted his disguise at that time, she was still apprehensive.
Until this moment, under the shroud of Divine Thought, she was clearly and unmistakably certain that the person before her was indeed the living Little Forbidden Army, not someone else impersonating.
