Chen Zui: "...Then I'll go change."
"Hey, don't! It's already completely dark. Come on, come on—if we don't leave now, it'll be too late!"
Bian Chunchou dragged one in each hand, yet remained as light as a swallow. He had long since scoped out the imperial palace's layout; now he moved through it as easily as a seasoned carriage on a familiar road. As for the palace's formations, though he was not particularly skilled at breaking formations, as long as he was slightly careful, he would not trigger them.
In other words, as long as no one's cultivation surpassed theirs, it would be difficult to notice them.
As the emperor's residence, rich beyond compare under heaven, the imperial palace was naturally astonishingly vast. The outer palace ahead housed the offices where officials handled court affairs. The three of them circled around it and headed straight for the inner palace where the Empress resided.
At that very moment, the Crown Prince finally received an audience with his mother.
The moment he entered, his mother flew into a towering rage. Every cup of tea on the table was swept to the floor, shattering with a clatter. "Crown Prince, who gave you the nerve to leave the palace at a time like this?!"
Empress Lu was the mistress of the inner palace. She had steeped herself in power for decades. Though her methods were not particularly brilliant, she still heard more or less everything that happened in the palace. It was only because her injured hand had left her too impatient to listen to all those messy rumors that she had not learned earlier that that wretch had exposed the assassination attempt to the Shuntian Prefecture Yamen.
That Shuntian Prefecture Yamen Prefect, Chen Hezhi, was a rotten stone—stinking and hard! It was only