Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

On the other side, Lan Qian followed the palace maid walking in the palace.

"Princess, will we..."

Qingzhu behind him wanted to say something, but in front of outsiders, he didn't dare to say too much, but worry could not be avoided in his tone.

"nothing."

Lan Qian said lightly.

After walking for a while, passing through a long palace road, we finally arrived at our destination.

She looked up at the palace plaque.

Hui Ya Court.

Lan Qian's eyes narrowed slightly.

It was mentioned in the original plot that Huiya Pavilion was the palace of the favorite concubine at that time, and the biological mother of Prince Ding - Concubine Ya.

"Already here, Princess."

The palace maid who led the way said respectfully.

She continued to lead Lan Qian inside.

What's strange is that although the place is brightly lit, there isn't even a single palace guard here.

"Why is there no one in the Imperial Concubine's palace?" Qingzhu looked around and saw that there was no one at the palace entrance, so he asked this question in a low voice.

The palace maid was not in a hurry and said:

"The Imperial Concubine has a kind nature and has always been considerate of the servants in the palace. She also doesn't like having too many servants in the palace. At this hour, she has asked everyone to go to rest."

The palace maid led the way in front.

Lan Qian just followed her quietly.

He said nothing, as if he believed what I said.

The scene inside Huiya Pavilion is quiet, elegant and unique. The decoration and furnishings inside the palace are not overly luxurious, but are extremely exquisitely designed everywhere, exuding a soothing and tranquil atmosphere.

"Princess An Ran," the maid stopped in front of a room in the side hall, opened the door, and bowed respectfully, "Please wait inside for a moment. I will report to the Imperial Concubine right away."

"can."

Lan Qian walked in.

Qingzhu wanted to follow in, but was stopped by the palace maid.

"My lady, the Imperial Concubine has some gifts for Princess An Ran. Please go with me to get them."

"Princess, this..."

Qingzhu looked at Lan Qian hesitantly.

The princess stayed here alone and always felt that something was wrong.

Lan Qian's eyes turned slightly, and she scanned the scene in the room calmly, and finally her gaze fell on the burning incense burner on the table.

"Go."

She said quietly.

"Yes."

Seeing that the princess had spoken, Qingzhu left with the palace maid.

Lan Qian was the only one left in the room. She walked slowly to the table, her slender white hand gently stroked the burning incense burner, and a hint of imperceptible interest flashed in her beautiful eyes.

The spice was decent.

It just smells like ordinary soothing incense.

It is difficult for ordinary people to notice that something is wrong.

"So, who are they planning to plot against me?"

Little Dumpling: ...Why does it feel that the host's tone seems to be a little excited?

[…The master is coming this way.]

"It's him," Lan Qian raised her eyebrows slightly, her beautiful eyes glancing at the inconspicuous wisps of white smoke rising from the incense burner, "This is a good opportunity."

Xiaotuanzi expressed his full agreement.

Outside Hui Ya Pavilion.

"My Lord, is it too quiet in here?"

The subordinates couldn't help but feel confused.

Since a thief had broken in, the guards patrolling the palace should have started checking long ago, but at this time there was not a single person in sight, and even the palace maids in Huiya Pavilion had disappeared.

Mo Chen's eyebrows slightly frowned, and he said in a deep voice:

"You stay outside and guard."

"Yes."

Leaving his subordinates outside, Mo Chen entered Hui Ya Pavilion.

The hall was very quiet, as if there was no one else in Huiya Pavilion except him. He closed his eyes slightly, summoned his deep inner strength, and concentrated on listening to the movements in the entire hall.

After a while, the dark eyes suddenly opened.

He walked quickly to the door of the side hall.

He was very familiar with the bedroom in front of him. This was where he lived before leaving the palace.

Mo Chen's eyes darkened.

He reached out his hand and slowly pushed open the half-open door.

There was only one person in the room. When Mo Chen saw that familiar figure, a hint of surprise inevitably flashed across his dark eyes, followed by a barely perceptible softness.

"Princess An Ran?"