The rain simply refused to fall.
The sky was like thick ink, so black it seemed it might drip down ink.
After seeing off Lai Fu from the palace, Yan Wanqing lifted her head and ran into Xiao Pingfeng.
"What's happened?" Xiao Pingfeng saw her complexion was very poor.
Yan Wanqing's tone was somber, "Xiao Hongshen is dead." He actually just died like that! It was suicide by hanging!
"Would someone like him really hang himself?" Xiao Pingfeng frowned.
Yan Wanqing shook her head, "I don't know, I'm planning to go to the Dali Temple now."
"I'll accompany you."
She subconsciously wanted to refuse, but her palm was already held in his, the warmth causing her to pause.
"Okay," Yan Wanqing heard herself say.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Pingfeng's eyes curved, "Wait a moment, I am going to change my face, then grab an umbrella."
When the two arrived at the Dali Temple, they were greeted by the steward by Xie Qun's side.
