"It's not murder?" Miss Qiao became wide-eyed and covered her mouth, looking surprised.

Then they heard footsteps of many people from behind. Qin Yunuan dragged Miss Qiao to stand against the wall. They saw the emperor's sedan chair was heading to the Qingping Palace. Emperor Zhaoxuan sat on the chair. Although his face was covered by yellow valances, they could still sense that he was serious and grave.

Even the emperor knew it. It was highly likely that the Grand ...