The Assassin Is Not from the East Court

When the two of them returned to the palace, Yin Fufeng's skirt was covered in dirt and it was seen by Yin Fufeng who was currently waiting inside the Imperial Study.

From the guard's mouth, he knew that Hu Xiao had brought Qin Shuo out of the city. He wanted to understand more about the situation, but the guard only had three questions, he was really anxious to death.

However, he had no choice but to wait for them inside the Imperial Study.

"Cousin, sister-in-law, I'm so worried for you two. You didn't even bring a guard, so I left alone." Yin Fufeng rolled his eyes, unconcealable worry on his face.

"What's there to worry about? It's not like it's a child!" Hu Xiao was so tired that she fell on her butt and gently kneaded her slightly swollen ankle.

The pain didn't hurt, she just wanted to rub it to ease the soreness in her feet.