Whether the former or the latter, Jun Ning couldn't bring herself to praise Consort Zhao.
"Not running means waiting for death? I'm not stupid."
Consort Zhao responded to Jun Ning while running.
"Ha!" Jun Ning angrily continued to chase with her little short legs.
One big, one small, the two of them ran back and forth around the Furong Residence.
Consort Zhao usually didn't like to move much, and she was panting heavily after just a few steps, wishing she could stop to rest. But when she turned her head and saw the knife in Jun Ning's hand, she dared not entertain the thought.
She gave it her all and continued to run forward.
"Your Highness?"
The palace attendants in Consort Zhao's abode were dumbfounded watching these two running so desperately.
They ran so fast!
It made them dizzy.
They didn't know what to do.
