Zhu Minglang spoke, then deliberately took a glance behind the proud son.
In the pitch-black night, terrifying faces hung on a dark curtain; their bodies were invisible, but whether they were demons or errant spirits, the blood-red sedan chair seemed like an insurmountable boundary!
The entity in the sedan chair dominated all the shadowy denizens of the plains; they feared it, and so they dared not walk ahead of the sedan!
It was like a pride of lions, where the food must be eaten by the lion king first after hunting.
"This humble girl is the second daughter of the Willow Mansion, named Liu Qinghuan. Sir, please let me pass quickly. If it gets any later, my father will find out I've been out. Even though it's a private outing, my father will not let me off lightly," the Night Empress pleaded from inside the sedan chair.
Zhu Minglang was very puzzled by this behavior of the Night Empress, and glanced at Mi Rong.
