Consort Hu had cultivated her influence on Yunmeng Mountain for years. Even if Luo Huainan and many others supported Jing Xin, there should also have been many who supported her.
She narrowed her eyes and said, "It would be too easy to discover afterward. Too dangerous."
"The information we want about his movements is very simple," Gu Qing said. "First, he must be away from Yunmeng Mountain. Second, it must not be an unexpected situation."
Consort Hu paused, thinking that this did indeed make things much simpler.
If both conditions were met, Luo Huainan's whereabouts would be information that could be known in the first place.
She stared into Zhao Layue's eyes and asked, "Don't you suspect that I was the mastermind behind the attempt to assassinate you?"
"Because you sent a sum of gold and silver to Shi Fengchen's adopted son?"
Zhao Layue said expressionlessly, "Although what you did was idiotic, I'm not an idiot."
A faint streak of golden light suddenly appeared in the night.
Zhao Layue and Gu Qing stopped.
"It seems your injuries have healed, Peak Master."
The newcomer pulled his black cloak tight around himself, looking even shorter and stouter.
The lamplight before the hall illuminated his face.
It was the royal Attendant, Jin Mingcheng.
Gu Qing was very nervous, his lips somewhat dry.
Zhao Layue said nothing.
Jin Mingcheng took a sword from beneath his cloak and held it out before her. "This sword is called First Child."
"I have a sword," Zhao Layue said.
"Wasn't the Unthought Sword lost on the snowfield?" Jin Mingcheng asked.
"I still have my own," Zhao Layue said.
"That sword is unremarkable, and it can be recognized," Jin Mingcheng said. "Unlike the First Child Sword. It has been hidden in the Imperial Palace for centuries, and