After Zhi'er played and got hungry, Qingmei carried her and headed towards Ruizhu Palace.
As they passed a palace road, they saw a few eunuchs in the distance, carrying a wooden stretcher covered with a white cloth.
Qingmei immediately frowned and covered Zhi'er's eyes.
"Princess, don't look, be careful of bad luck."
The little one's long, slender eyelashes fluttered, brushing against Qingmei's palm.
"Sister Qingmei, are they carrying senmo?"
Qingmei lowered her voice: "A dead person."
Zhi'er's eyes widened instantly.
In the middle of their conversation, the eunuchs had already approached Qingmei.
They quickly put down the stretcher and knelt to pay their respects.
"Greetings to the Princess from us servants! We didn't know the Princess was also on this palace road and unintentionally disturbed her, please forgive us!"
Zhi'er did not understand why they spoke this way.
