Living in the 21st century, everyone's pace is extremely fast, and there is no way to slow down.
Ever since he got used to this place, Jiang Yuan took his time in everything, not deliberately, but following his own inner speed.
As soon as I entered the inner hall, the door of the Leng Palace was suddenly opened, and a large number of torches suddenly illuminated the entire Leng Palace.
"Search."
Jiang Yuan frowned. A group of people had already broken in. Everything in the palace was turned over and searched everywhere.
The leader seemed to have noticed Jiang Yuan and knelt down, "See the Queen."
His words were very unruly and disdainful.
Jiang Yuan glanced at the people who were searching around with cold eyes, a trace of disgust overflowed in her brows, but she quickly calmed down, and slowly sat down on the soft couch, slowly making tea for herself.
His eyes never glanced at the person kneeling on the ground from beginning to end.
The people on the ground seemed a little dissatisfied, "Empress, I am following the Emperor's order to search for the assassin's whereabouts. The assassin just wanted to assassinate Zhou Shuyi. Many of my subordinates have offended me. Please forgive me."
Nothing was found, so a soldier whispered something into his ear, and he said bitterly: "I obviously saw him running in..."
"Mother, I'm sorry, let's go."
A bunch of people rushed out again, Jiang Yuan was like a spectator, not caring at all.
The boiled tea was boiling, Jiang Yuan took out two small cups, placed them on the table, and then poured two cups of tea gracefully.
"The visitor is a guest, please have tea."
The people on the eaves flew down like eagles spreading their wings, their clothes flying.
"The Queen has good eyesight." Her voice was pleasant and frivolous.
Jiang Yuan couldn't help but look up at the person in front of him. Is he an assassin? Is there such a blatant assassin?
However, this person gave her a very familiar feeling.
The visitor unceremoniously sat down on the soft couch next to Jiang Yuan without any hesitation, as if that was the way he should be. He even drank the tea she poured in one gulp.
That cup...is hers.
It is often described in novels that the assassin came and threatened the queen in the cold palace, and the queen happily helped.