Xie Qiao had taken a carriage here, but the carriage swayed. After entering the academy, she walked quickly. Her face was red and her forehead was covered in sweat.
It did not look like her.
Zhao Xuanjing asked her to sit down and poured her a cup of tea. "What's the brush for?"
Xie Qiao took the cup and took a sip. "Baili Ji asked me to help find the ghouls of his descendants. He needed a corpse as a guide. After thinking about it, only the brush in the capital has the bones on it."
Zhao Xuanjing's body stiffened. "Bones?"
"Yes." Xie Qiao nodded and told him about the previous emperor.
Zhao Xuanjing subconsciously rubbed his hands twice.
His father doted on him.
