NOVPUBShen Roujia was captivated by the exquisite embroidery, her eyes lingering on it for a moment longer.
Just as Xu Zening was about to leave, he encountered Gao Huaichang, who was hurrying towards him with an anxious expression.
“Your Highness, the imperial mausoleum...”
Xu Zening quickly gestured for silence, pointing toward the outside, wary that Shen Roujia might overhear.
Gao Huaichang nodded respectfully and, without further haste, pushed Xu Zening’s wheelchair out of the small courtyard.
Once they were far enough away, Xu Zening finally spoke. “Huaichang, did they manage to extract any information?”
Gao Huaichang shook his head hurriedly. “Your Highness, Lady Rong... she... she escaped.”
Xu Zening froze. “What!”
Immediately, Gao Huaichang dropped to his knees. “Please forgive me, Your Highness! It’s all my fault for not handling the situation well. We had few men stationed there, and who could have anticipated that, despite being treated with such care, Lady Rong would still risk her life to escape?”
Xu Zening knew that in this situation, the last person he should blame was his loyal attendant.
“Enough. Send word to have them track her down in secret. Do not alert anyone else, and make sure this doesn’t reach my father’s ears.”
Gao Huaichang nodded repeatedly. “Yes, Your Highness!”
Xu Zening’s lips tightened, and a cold glint appeared in his eyes. “If she refuses to cooperate and continues to deceive me after all these years, then she can’t expect to keep her life.”
Gao Huaichang shuddered, realizing that Xu Zening was truly angry this time. 𝖓𝖔𝖛𝔭𝖚𝖇.𝔠𝖔𝔪
“Understood...”
