The Imperial Palace was quite vast; walking from the Xuanqing Pool to the Frozen Sky Palace took about two quarters of an hour.
The Empress dashed forward barefoot, alarming many palace attendants along the way, who all watched this scene with shocked expressions.
But she cared not, and with the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, she reached the Frozen Sky Palace, gasping for breath, her chest heaving, and water droplets cascading down her hair, splattering onto the stone tiles.
Given Yu Youhan's temperament, if someone were sent, they would surely be driven away.
Chen Mo's fate was unknown, and not a moment could be wasted. She had to come personally to explain the situation!
As for the so-called "dignity of the Holy Empress," it was temporarily cast aside.
"You say, what happened to Chen Mo?" Yu Youhan frowned and asked.
