The news of an assassination attempt at Zhongcui Palace, where Consort Qian was severely injured, spread throughout the Imperial Palace by the next day.
"So, was the assassin caught?" Rong Yunhao curiously asked Gu Lan while casually munching on the almond crisp on Gu Lan's table.
Gu Lan, lying on the table, massaged her sore wrist from beating people too much, while slapping away Rong Yunhao's chubby hand stealing food, shook her head: "I don't know, maybe they didn't catch anyone. Otherwise, why is there still no news?"
They definitely caught him. Her strike should have incapacitated the masked man for a short time. However, after catching him, Consort Qian must have suppressed the whole incident.
"If you keep eating, your morning run will be in vain. One bite of almond crisp, one lap around Xiefang Palace," Gu Lan lazily said.
