The strength of one person is limited, but there's a saying that goes, "Three clumsy cobblers with their wits combined equal Zhuge Liang."
That night, Dong Huiying and her entourage followed the secret passage out of the Imperial Palace. They secretly stayed at a concealed property owned by Prince Meng.
Lighting a candle, Dong Huiying, Liang Shujun, and Liang Haoming sat around a round table made of huanghuali wood.
Shujun picked up the teapot to pour tea for her wife-master.
Haoming, economical with words, remained silent, but his focused gaze was constantly fixed on his wife-master.
"Actually, I think there's no need to worry."
Shujun mischievously raised her eyebrows, exuding a charm that was accompanied by a confident demeanor.
"Although the capital is indeed chaotic, we've learned quite a bit from Prince Meng's mouth." Naturally, he knew what his wife-master wanted to do, and his attitude was supportive.
