"She gave me a thousand-year-old ginseng; I hope it's not something poisonous."
It was already time for the lighting of lamps when Su Yan finally left Yihe Palace, and little Su Ya was wrapped in a cloak by her nanny and carried back to her own Other Garden.
As Su Yan walked back, she was eager to return.
The Empress was indeed an impostor; confirming this fact had shocked her immensely.
She didn't even recognize the little bunny she had embroidered; it was clear, she was definitely a fake.
So where was the real Empress?
Had she been killed?
A gust of chilly night wind made Su Yan shiver uncontrollably.
If she was indeed dead, where was her body?
Could it be buried somewhere in the Imperial Palace?
Su Yan looked around; under the dim light, the shadows of the trees were swaying fiercely, causing her to shiver again.
The Imperial Palace always seemed somewhat eerie.
