Lin Qingyuan's expression changed. She decisively ran toward the direction where the two men had disappeared.
Using the crowd as a cover, Ling Qingyuan followed behind them and saw them pulling the oxcart out of the city with her own eyes.
Lin Qingyuan clenched her teeth and continued following them from afar.
Eastern Palace.
Lu Yunshuang was sipping the nourishing chicken soup served to her by the servants. Days had passed and it has been a month since her miscarriage. Her diet, clothes, and daily necessities had been carefully curated for the entire month, and she looked especially pink with health from all the nourishment.
Lu Yunshuang looked at herself in the mirror and was very satisfied with her curvier self.
When she saw Hong Xiu returning from outside, she asked, "Has everything been settled?"
Hong Xiu nodded and smiled. "It's all done."
Lu Yunshuang finally felt relieved.
