"Fourth Brother, has there been any news about Sang Er?"
Emperor Quan suddenly narrowed his eyes, his gaze wandered slightly, but Zhan Se decisively noticed it and grabbed his sleeve, grinding her teeth with vexation.
"Emperor Quan, what did you promise me?"
"Not to hide things from you anymore."
"Good, you remember. Spill it."
"Zhan Xiaoyao..." Emperor Quan hesitated, pausing for a moment before lowering his voice, "Zhan Xiaoyao, this conspiracy, I'm afraid it's beyond your imagination."
A chill went through her heart, Zhan Se composed her expression and looked at him with probing eyes, "You mean...?"
He took her small hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss.
"Trust me! I will handle it."
The next morning, Sister Quan left.
Her son had flown back from Country Y overnight, and she was preparing to pick him up at the airport now. Emperor Quan had sent a driver for her, and before she left, Zhan Se also carefully reminded her to take care of her health.
