At three in the morning, the woman leaned against a tree and slowly awakened, hugging her arms tightly as she shivered from the cold. Her lips were a dark purple.
She stood up and stretched out her stiff, frozen limbs, feeling utterly confused.
Strangely, she had come out to retrieve the dragon bone, but suddenly fainted. After that, she recalled nothing.
Dragon bone...
She immediately walked toward Tan Garden.
After taking a few steps, she abruptly stopped.
Something must have happened. At this hour of the night, rushing into Tan Garden would only arouse suspicion from the guards. Here, a servant had no valid excuses. She didn't want to die a meaningless death.
After thinking for a moment, she changed direction.
In the northwest corner of Tan Garden, there was a dog hole covered by weeds. The guards had once sealed it, but a food-stealing weasel had dug it open again. She was petite and could easily crawl through.
