Although Liu Chang had fled, his true identity had not been disclosed. The order issued by Liu Ziyue was under the pretense of apprehending a runaway messenger, but ultimately it was indeed about that very person.
Liu Chang's portrait had been disseminated, and at this moment, Jiankang City was on high alert, the atmosphere tense and solemn, like the dark clouds pressing directly overhead. It became dark very quickly today, and the sunset was much dimmer as well.
"That bastard." Chu Yu, upon hearing the officer's explanation from inside the carriage, couldn't help but curse softly under her breath. The little emperor had already been persuaded by her today, and as long as Liu Chang behaved, there shouldn't be any trouble for the time being.
However, Chu Yu thought about it and soon came to terms with it, realizing that if she were in Liu Chang's shoes and knew that the Emperor intended to kill him, she would probably run even faster than Uncle Yongri.
