Zhao Zhen heard the music behind him stop, and he sighed softly, "The Queen Mother and the Eighth Prince went to the Imperial Mausoleum this morning to prepare for Madam Yuehe's burial. However, her remains should still be in your hands, right?"
Madam Luo Xin behind him didn't say anything. Ethan Zhan and Oliver Bai were looking around from a distance, curious but unable to hear anything, scratching their heads anxiously!
At this time, several men in white were seen approaching the attic downstairs. They looked like they were going upstairs, with weapons in their hands.
Zhao Zhen stood up slowly. Nangong Ji waved to the shadow guards, jumped off the roof, and went over to subdue the men in white. The men in white were no match for a master like Nangong Ji, and their acupuncture points were quickly pressed. Seeing that they were all young girls, the shadow guards did not use heavy hands.
Ethan Zhan and Oliver Bai had already impatiently reached the roof and listened to the noise below.
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