Inside the carriage, Ling Lang thought to himself, finally here!
The person outside noticed no response from inside and knocked on the carriage wall again: "Ghost Face, Consort Xian has been waiting for a long time."
Ling Lang spoke softly, "I just came by."
The person apologized, "I went to report to Consort Xian, and when I came out, you were gone."
Hearing this, Ling Lang leisurely stepped out of the carriage.
The person gestured an invitation and led Ling Lang, not towards the palace gate, but along the palace wall for a considerable distance.
Constantly vigilant, Ling Lang followed to a secluded corner invisible to the patrolling Imperial Army, where the person turned to look at him.
Feeling uneasy under the person's gaze, Ling Lang calmly took out the ghost mask and put it on his face.
The person suddenly laughed, "I was just about to say, you've always met Consort Xian with a mask on, why not today?"
