Seeing that Li Yuanzhi was not in the room, Song Qingshu's heart sank. Could another eunuch have come to bestow white silk and poisoned wine after he left? The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. Unable to sit still any longer, Song Qingshu began searching everywhere.
He searched the entire vicinity but still found no trace of Li Yuanzhi. His heart sank straight to the bottom. Just then, a palace maid happened to pass by. He grabbed her and demanded, "Where did Li Yuanzhi from this room go?"
In his haste, he directly used Soul Transfer. The palace maid's willpower was so weak that her eyes instantly turned vacant. "She seemed to have gone to Consort Wu's palace to offer thanks."
"Offer thanks?" Song Qingshu pressed the palace maid's Sleep Acupoint, his expression becoming exceedingly strange. Given how well he knew Li Yuanzhi, how could he not know what she was planning? It had to be another prank like the one from the day before yesterday. She wanted to see how her handiwork had turned out. Yesterday, perhaps she had been too tired or too guilty to go, but today, Li Yuanzhi had finally been unable to suppress her curiosity.
Song Qingshu hesitated. Huang Shang, that great boss, guarded the inner palace, so going there was truly risky. But worried that Li Yuanzhi might let something slip in a moment of indiscretion and bring about her own death, he ultimately hurried toward the palace where A'ke lived.
"Am I more worried about Li Yuanzhi, or do I more want to see how Chen Yuanyuan and A'ke reacted after that night?" Song Qingshu muttered to himself all the way there. Even when he reached Consort Wu's palace, he had not found an answer.
When Song Qingshu arrived,