"Let's go back!"
"Yes!" Chief Steward Qi hurriedly carried the lantern and led the way.
As for the rest, he could only make suggestions. The one who truly made the decisions was still the Emperor.
Neither of them knew that Su Qiao had already heard every word they said through Little Four.
Host, you heard that, right?
Su Qiao narrowed her eyes. "Find a way to send a message back tomorrow."
444 suspected that even if Jin Moli did not end up being hacked to death by his host, he would still be angered to death by her.
If its host really wanted something, it would not be the position of Empress, but that of Emperor.
Of course, that was assuming Jin Canghan did not want the throne.
After all, being Emperor was not a particularly good job. Its host was so lazy that as long as someone was willing to take over, she definitely would not want to become Emperor.
In ancient times, there was no entertainment. Especially in the palace, once night fell, people could at most read for a while, embroider a purse, or the like before going to sleep.
That happened to be convenient for Su Qiao.
To avoid being discovered by Jin Canghan while cultivating in the middle of the night, she went to bed as soon as night fell.
After lowering the gauze curtain around the bed, it was almost impossible to see inside.
She cultivated until around ten o'clock, then went to sleep.
Sure enough, not long after she fell asleep, a black figure wrapped in a chill flew in through the window.
The newcomer's footsteps were extremely light. Carrying a full-body chill, he walked to the bed and gently pulled open the gauze curtain.
The swaying, yellow lamplight spilled across half his