"Sound the horn?"
Wu Meiniang's willow-leaf brows creased slightly. "What are you planning to do? Don't do anything rash."
The Ministry of Works seal on the jade horn left Wu Meiniang somewhat uneasy.
This magic artifact was clearly a communication tool made by the Imperial Court's Ministry of Works specifically for officials.
Was Zuo Qingyun preparing to use the Zuo family's connections in official circles to oppose the Shangguan Clan?
"Never mind that!"
Zuo Qingyun clasped his fists, a cold smile on his face. "Just blow the horn! Don't worry, this horn has absolutely nothing to do with my family. My father can't help me now either."
Wu Meiniang looked at him suspiciously, but finally took the horn, mustered all her spiritual power, and blew it.
As the desolate horn call rang out, a beam of spiritual light instantly projected from the horn's tail, forming an illusory Light Screen beside them.
The Light Screen held a rather blurry image. Wu Meiniang examined it carefully and discovered that it seemed to be a spacious court hall.
At the center of the hall stood an enormous chair draped in a white tiger pelt, its design imposing and majestic.
Wu Meiniang looked up at the plaque above the hall. When the words "White Tiger for a Thousand Autumns" entered her sight, her pupils immediately contracted slightly.
She was just about to ask what was going on when a figure walked into the image on the Light Screen.
It was a beautiful woman in the scarlet official robes of the third rank, with exquisitely delicate features, bright eyes, pearly teeth, and brows and eyes as lovely as a painting.
Her figure, however, was exceptionally tall and powerfully built.
Using the furnishings in the image as a reference, Wu Meiniang estimated her height and discovered