Xu Zhenguan's tone was extremely calm.
Yet Zhao Douan, whom she protected behind her, caught a well-hidden displeasure from her chilly tone.
The moonlight poured down, casting its glow on the man and two women in the tranquil courtyard.
Facing the current Empress, the Buddhist nun did not show any panic, her face donning a gentle smile:
"Would Your Majesty like me to speak here?"
What did she mean… what words did she have to say behind the scenes? Zhao Douan's expression turned peculiar.
The next second, he only heard the Empress, as if speaking to him, say:
"You may go out and wait."
Immediately, Zhao Douan felt a blur before his eyes, enveloped by a gentle force.
When his vision cleared, he found himself outside the gates of Jizhao Temple.
"Eh, Mr. Zhao?"
The eunuch holding a lantern beside the carriage jumped in surprise, looking around:
"Where is Your Majesty?"
Is this really martial arts?
Zhao Douan's curiosity exploded, and he replied irritably:
"I don't know!"