The sleeping quarters of Ronghua Hall were brightly lit.
Emperor Feng Bufan was inside, and from a distance, Chu Qianli could still see the silhouettes of several guards who were often by Feng Bufan's side.
So late at night, what was Feng Bufan doing here?
Suddenly, a suppressed scream of agony emanated from within.
The scream was not immensely painful, yet it was filled entirely with despair.
Chu Qianli's heart jolted, and she immediately quickened her pace to approach.
However, everywhere here was crowded with people, leaving her no way to get closer.
Only faintly, she could occasionally hear the cries of a woman.
Very sorrowful, very desperate, very... excruciating.
Her heartstrings were pulled tight.
Finally, taking advantage of the moment when those guards weren't paying attention, she lightly leaped to the rooftop of the sleeping quarters.
Carefully lifting a piece of tile, Chu Qianli finally saw the situation inside the room clearly.
