"Don't act rashly!"
Su Luo's eyebrows twitched slightly. After giving a nod to him, she followed behind Mother Xia.
From Zhengyang Palace to the side palace room, a short distance of about ten feet, Su Luo felt as if she were walking on a knife's edge, her heart tormented. The courtyard was covered with fresh snow and perhaps due to her growing fear, all sounds seemed amplified. Su Luo could hear the soft creak of her foot pressing into the snow.
It was she who did it!
The discovery of the corner of her robe was consistent—it must be hers.
Her fingers trembled. Only now did she begin to fear.
What will happen when the truth comes out?
She would surely die, wouldn't she? And it would implicate both the Duke of Qi's Mansion and Marquis Huaiyuan's residence.
Was she too impulsive? Should she have bottled up her anger?
