Imperial Palace.
Inside Yangxin Palace, the Empress was pacing back and forth, her expression somewhat agitated.
"No news of Zhu'er yet?"
"Your Majesty, please calm down. We have already arranged personnel to search along the path in Golden Sun State and Tiannan State. Miss Lin has considerable strength, she should be fine," Sun Senior Palace Lady comforted.
The Empress's brows slightly furrowed.
She knew Lin Jingzhu's personality well. She wouldn't rest until she turned the entire mountain upside down.
That place is a land of desolation, plagued by toxic miasma and fierce beasts rampant. If anything goes wrong, she would never forgive herself for the rest of her life!
Thud, thud, thud—
At this moment, there was a knock on the palace door.
A palace servant came in, bowed, and said:
"Your Majesty, Tributor Zhong is here, waiting outside Qianqing Gate."
The Empress waved her hand impatiently, saying, "I'm in no mood to hear his report now, let him go back first."
