She speculated that Madam Fu might have some evidence of the Empress exploiting Fu Ruoxi. If Madam Fu handed this evidence over to the Crown Prince, proving that the Empress continued her connections with Fu Ruoxi even after becoming the Crown Princess Consort, then the Empress would have no chance of recovering.
"Uncle Ping..." Bai Qingyan called softly.
Lu Ping stepped forward, "What can I do for you, Miss?"
"Send someone to quietly follow Madam Fu," Bai Qingyan instructed.
"Yes!" Lu Ping responded and turned to give the order.
It was already the end of the You hour. The yellowish glow looked like tea stains on a porcelain cup that hadn't been cleaned for a long time, blanketing Qinghui Courtyard. The streets, bathed in the light, appeared expansive, and the passing carriages and horses seemed prominent. But it was still the setting sun, casting a dim light. Despite the lanterns hanging on the long streets filled with shops, the Capital was not as bright as it was at noon.