An hour later, the Golden Silk Palace where Qin Rushuang was suddenly moved.
"Miss, seven nights is too late!" The person who spoke was dressed in black and covered his face. He seemed to be extremely vigilant of the surroundings. As he looked at the Qin Rushuang, he occasionally sized it up.
"It's you!" Qin Rushuang words finally carried a trace of strength. "Miss, it's not appropriate to stay here for long. Please leave with Qi Ye as soon as possible!"
"What happened outside?"
"Young master...... "Kill Emperor Han!"
"What did you say! Xiao Yechen He..." Qin Rushuang felt as if he had misheard her, but he raised his head and looked at Qi Ye's serious and serious gaze. He did not seem to be lying to her.
"How could he? Impossible..." The broken white jade hairpin in Qin Rushuang hand
