Bai Xilie was no longer an impetuous youngster. Upon hearing of Su Yinling's actions, his cold eyes gradually deepened, showing faint hints of chill.
In the end, Bai Xilie said to Qingmei, "I understand. Zhi'er went to bed late tonight. If she can't get up in the morning, don't trouble her. I'll have Mo Yanchi enter the palace in the afternoon."
Qingmei nodded in agreement.
The next day.
Su Yinling thought about today. She had promised Bai Zhi'er to fly kites together.
So, just past noon, she came with a kite.
However, Ruizhu Palace was unusually oppressive today.
Standing at the gate were not Qingmei but two rows of Imperial Guards.
Su Yinling halted her steps, hesitating for a moment.
At this hour, could it be that Bai Xilie was still in Ruizhu Palace?
Su Yinling's eyes darted around. She tucked her dark hair and then gracefully stepped forward.
"Please inform the Princess that I'm here to take her out to fly kites."
The Imperial Guards gave her a cold glance.
