"Let's go take a look!"
Zhao Mengran's originally gloomy mood was dispelled by his words.
This Mr. Li, although not much of a talker, is a hands-on type, executing tasks with swift efficiency. Hardly had he been sought out when he decided to investigate this further.
The two made their way to the place where the palace maid was being held and saw her.
By this time, she had already calmed down.
"Ah, you... who are you?"
The palace maid, seeing them arrive, retreated in panic, curling up as if she had spotted evildoers.
Li Qingmu observed this with a cold smile, "Pretend, keep pretending! Speak, who instructed you?"
His voice was cold and severe, trying to intimidate her.
The timid ones would reveal themselves under pressure.
However, Li Qingmu was disappointed; the palace maid only shivered more violently, "Don't... don't come near, I didn't kill anyone, I really didn't... Please, don't come looking for me, don't!"
"Mr. Li, this?"
