As she finished speaking, Hui Xue stepped into the main room and quickly found Old Owl, who had fainted under the bed.
After confirming her companion was merely unconscious and not in serious danger, Hui Xue finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Hui Xue sat by the bed, replaying the event, but the more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and the angrier she got, the more she pondered.
Because that counterfeit Emperor had escaped right under her nose and even tricked her.
After a while, her blood pressure soared, and stubborn as a mule, Hui Xue took out a little walnut to contact Wei Changsheng.
"Feeling homesick?" Wei Changsheng's cheerful voice sounded from the little walnut.
"No, Old Wei, let me tell you something. I'm not going back." Hui Xue said.
"Hmm? What's going on?" Wei Changsheng asked.
"The situation is tricky, I've been played. I swear I won't go home until I catch that counterfeit seller and bring him to justice!"
