Everlasting lamps on either side illuminated the cold stone steps.
The Great Xia National Teacher wore a black robe embroidered with Daoist patterns. "Your Majesty."
Zhao Lu lifted the curtain and looked over.
"National Teacher, what brings you here so late at night?"
"Just taking a stroll with nothing better to do."
Zhao Lu smiled. "Then I shall not disturb the National Teacher's elegant leisure. Lift the sedan."
The National Teacher stepped aside. As the sedan passed him, he suddenly said:
"May I ask who is seated inside Your Majesty's sedan?"
Zhao Lu's sedan was equipped with a concealment formation. So long as Zhao Lu did not wish to reveal them, neither sound nor aura from within could be detected by outsiders.
The formation had been set up by the Director of the Imperial Observatory.
Yet before the National Teacher, such a formation had nowhere to hide.
Inside the sedan, Li Xuanxiao had buried his head in Zhao Lu's embrace, his expression shy and bashful.
Zhao Lu drawled lazily, "Does the National Teacher even intend to interfere in my private affairs?"
"I would not dare. It is merely that rumors have been spreading everywhere lately. My master specifically instructed this old man to tell Your Majesty to be careful."
"What rumors?"
"The Shushan Remnants have returned for revenge and destroyed Xiangshan Academy, one of the Confucian academies."
Zhao Lu raised her brows and lowered her eyes to glance at her senior brother.
The only person she could think of was her senior brother, Li Xuanxiao.
She had also heard some news before about Xiangshan Academy being wiped out and Shushan Disciples returning for revenge.
But she had taken it as nothing more than wind passing by her ears. After all, who knew how many rumors like this had circulated over