"Quickly, carry the prince up."
The Empress was filled with worry. Two Qilin Guards stepped forward and carried the Little Prince onto the Imperial Palanquin.
"Head to the Serene Snow Pavilion."
The Empress, supported by the attendant, also got onto the Imperial Palanquin.
Eight bearers moved swiftly and steadily, lifting the palanquin and leaving the Mental Cultivation Hall, heading towards the Serene Snow Pavilion.
Qingluo did not follow the Imperial Palanquin, she looked around and accurately found Jifeng's silhouette.
"Jifeng, could you please go to the Blessing Feast Restaurant and bring Cang Lan into the palace? I need his assistance."
Jifeng's eyes twitched, his disguise that he considered flawless, was once again effortlessly seen through.
A heart, not fragile, shattered into dust.
"Alright."
Little Prince's life and death was crucial and he had no time for sorrow. He cupped his hands together and ran off.
