"So urgent?" Qu Tan'er's lips slightly pursed, her complexion also turning a shade darker. If she did not go, would she be accused of defying the Empress Dowager's edict? Indeed, good news never travels beyond the door, while bad news spreads far and wide.
"Master?" Jing Xin was somewhat worried.
"It's nothing." Qu Tan'er did not wish to talk more about it, slowly standing up. She instructed the maid to tell the visitor from the palace that she would tidy up her appearance and then come immediately. After speaking, she turned and walked slowly back to her room. Recently, she had been resting well, and her foot injury had healed by seventy to eighty percent. Walking alone, if she was careful and slow, there was no problem.
But before going, she always needed to prepare something.
About two ke.
The magnificent carriage from the palace took Qu Tan'er away from the Eighth Prince Manor.
Taihe Palace, Yangxin Pavilion.