When he walked past Qin Ze, Qin Ze pulled him. Xu Wuyan turned to look at him. Qin Ze's face turned red and he hesitated for a long time. Then he approached Xu Wuyan and his voice was as low as

He said like a mosquito: "Xiao Jixiang has gone."

Although he had had a premonition, when he heard what Qin Ze said, Xu Wuyan still stiffened, and after a long while he said, "Why not?"

"I don't know the specifics. The palace is also very strict. Only the big Diao gang knows the power. For us, we only know a little bit. This is what the official said inadvertently to the imperial concubine. It is not detailed.

I just knew that Xiao Jixiang seemed to have died miserably, and the imperial concubine sighed for a long time!"

Xu Wuyan's stiff body slowly relaxed, he lowered his head, and two tears fell to the ground.

"Qin Shaojian, thank you, please go!"

"Butler Xu, this medicine?"

"Take it away. No one else will know about it. We may have many things to borrow from the imperial concubine in the future," Xu Wuyan said.

Qin Ze took a step forward, took the medicine box from the table, put it between his nose and sniffed it vigorously, then put it in his arms and left in a panic.

"Butler Xu, what should we do next?" the shopkeeper came in and asked.

"Tell Monk Huiyuan that the news is confirmed and prepare to retreat!" Xu Wuyan said through gritted teeth.

At the gate of the inner palace, Qin Ze showed his token to Ban Zhi, who was guarding the gate. As soon as he stepped into the palace, he saw a man standing not far from the city gate, looking at him with his hands behind his back.

"Big mink stall!" he exclaimed.

Quan Gong walked over slowly, looked Qin Ze up and down for a long time, and then said with a smile: "Young Supervisor Qin, we need to have a good chat."
Chapter completed!