Zhao Shuning was in Xin Xin Cave.
She did not wear a veil, but had conjured a bunch of peach blossoms on her face using the Spiritual Energy.
As a result, not many people noticed this little palace maid.
This was the result that Zhao Shuning wanted.
She had no idea what was going on in Cangwu Country. If she rashly made a move, she would only attract more and more unscrupulous attacks.
On this day, Zhao Shuning filled every yard with water.
Feeling a little tired, she sat down on the steps of the garden to rest.
It was hard to tell if it was a coincidence or something.
A noble lady walked over with five or six palace maids. She was still swearing.
Zhao Shuning hurriedly stood to the side.
He bowed slightly and waited for them to pass.