I'm going to see the Palace Lord. Why were dark clouds gathering overhead? Could the Palace Lord be in danger?
Alarmed, Zhang Yuanqing wasted no time. He grabbed his phone and called the Stop-Killing Palace Lord.
"Beep, beep~"
A few seconds later, the call connected, and a languid, sultry female voice came through the speaker:
"I'm sleeping. Didn't we agree to meet tonight? Do you miss me that much?"
Hearing her voice, Zhang Yuanqing froze for a moment. On one hand, the Palace Lord was still in the mood to flirt, which meant she wasn't in danger. On the other hand, it was her tone.
Whenever he spoke with the Palace Lord in the past, she always smiled, carrying herself like a petite, mature woman with vast experience and knowledge. Her tone never changed, either.
Only when he questioned her about his father's past did she put away that frivolity and turn serious.
That had actually been quite abnormal. Everyone had joys, anger, sorrows, and emotions that changed. No one could possibly have just one side.
The Palace Lord of the past had seemed more like she was deliberately maintaining a single, monotonous personality in front of him to suppress her emotions.
But now, her voice was soft and languid, sweetly cloying, as though she were complaining that her boyfriend had disturbed her sleep.
The crazy woman wasn't crazy anymore!
Zhang Yuanqing felt sincerely delighted. It would lessen his guilt, and he no longer had to worry about saying the wrong thing and getting strung up and beaten by that crazy older sister.
"I want to come over now, because I can't be sure whether I'll enter the instance today or tomorrow," Zhang Yuanqing said.
He was worried that he might enter the instance tonight.
In any case, the matters