Seeing her pinch her fingers, Zhu Xiuxiu couldn't help but ask.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just a habitual pinch!"
"I've figured out the situation in the warehouse, got all the keys. We'll sneak in when the guards relax after midnight!"
"Got it. When I just sneaked to the Imperial Study, I vaguely heard Emperor Xiling furious.
It seems Old Eight personally led the troops and has already advanced into Xiling, pressing straight towards Xijing. At this time, the guards are all busy protecting the Emperor of Xiling, so there should be no guards at the warehouse!"
Zhu Xiuxiu blinked at these words.
"Old Eight leading the troops personally?
That doesn't seem like his style!
Now that he's led the troops, can he still return for the palace examination next year?"
